103, Battle of Sacramento, part 1

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Richard Hackermeyer was a sentry in an encampment outside the town of Sacramento. He was a recruit born in New Jersey and raised in Brooklyn. He wanted to be a journalist. But his dream was crushed by a single arrow. An arrow fired by an enemy from 400 yards away pierced Hackermeyer's heart with precision. He couldn't scream. Other sentries (Guthrie, Foley, Riley) were also killed in quick succession.

Hawk Galloway noticed the enemy's attack by the screams of the panicked people. Galloway immediately ordered his men to counterattack. He commanded calmly, knowing that if the commander was frightened, his men would be upset.

Finally able to join the battle, Paul Reisman was thrilled.

"Kill anyone in sight," Riseman ordered his men.

"Ours or theirs?"

"Well, let's start out with theirs, huh?"

The enemy approached with a cloud of sand. They were half-man, half-horse centaurs. Riseman and his men fire rifles at the centaurs. The centaurs also shot arrows while running. The earth sucked the blood of both sides and was dyed vermilion in no time.

"Everyone here."

Jerry Baxter, the conductor, guided the Argo crew, who were not soldiers, to the gates of Sacramento.

Hercule Giraud was running away hand in hand with her assistant boy Dick, but was pushed by the crowd and let go.

"Mon chéri!" cried Hercule Giraud. Dick was drifting away from the gate. Hercule was frightened, to be honest, but he couldn't abandon Dick. The Giraud family has been a military family for generations. Hercule wore a cook's uniform instead of a military uniform, but he had the blood of a hero running through his body!

"Mon chéri! Wait for me, I'll help you right away!"

Hercule Giraud chased Dick against the crowd.

The people who got through the rain of arrows and reached the city gate banged on the solid door.

"Open it!" cried John Arbogast, banging on the gates.

There were several gatekeepers above the castle gate. They freaked out and couldn't do anything. The castle gate remained closed and did not open at all. In the meantime, arrows fired by the enemy took the lives of unarmed and defenseless people one after another.

"Damn the wanker! Open it!"

Joe Arbogast's fist was bare and bloody. But still he kept banging on the castle gate.

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