Battalion Wars I

Chapter 22: Tomb of the Unknown Soldier

"Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few."
-Winston Churchill

July 17th 2015
Time: Unknown
Lt. Eryk C
Near Iron Legion Cenotaph
7th Army Division; Delta Battalion

I took in a deep breath of the fresh crisp morning air as I stepped out from my tent. Pushing aside the flaps I stood proudly outside in the camp.

We had learned more about are new enemy. They were the reanimated spirits of the legion who had returned.

Messaging my wrist I could feel the presence of an evil power rising in the distance. The man, the knife, the return of the Iron Legion and the pain in my wrist were all connected in some way.

Countess Ingrid used the sword of Xylvania to resurrect them from there almost 70 year slumber.

The Countess had supposedly been possessed by the spirit of Lord Ferrok the old leader of the legion.

Dark clouds had rolled over a few days ago and we began to lose track of the time and almost the day.

There was mostly silence as we marched along, except for the sound of are tank engines and the anti-air craft engines.

We had set up camp and are scouts had monitored the enemies movements.

I woke up this morning to the terrible crashing of thunder and lightening. It was coming from the Cenotaph.

Every man was frightened I could see it in there eyes, but I was certainly no exception this time. We had been tasked to defeat the single greatest threat to are world in are entire history.

I took a deep breath in and exhaled. "You alright Sir?" Asked Miles. "C'mon no need to be professional, for all we know we could be dead in a few hours." I said. "Well that's not depressing." Said Joe a extreme tone of sarcasm in his voice.

"So are you alright, Eryk?" Asked Miles again still clearly worried. "I'm fine." I answered replying quickly. "Don't worry about him he'll be ok." Voiced Donavan. That immediately shut down any more questions.

I turned to the men. "Lets move out." I shouted.

The tanks and anti-air craft guns began to slowly roll forward. While the rest of us walked in front of them.

"If I had known we had to fight goblin mutants I wouldn't have joined up." Said Miles. "Well we are supposed to expect everything." Said Zach. "True." I said joining in on the conversation.

"I agree with Miles on this one." Voiced Donavan. "What about you Eryk?" Questioned Joe. "I've been thinking, but at this time I have no opinion." I explained myself.

Artillery had been pounding the area for a least 2 days and craters from the shells were everywhere.

Once we got to the top of a small hill a squad of Xylvanians ran up the hill towards us.

Every raised there weapons ready to fire. I noticed that they had no weapons. "Hold your fire; they are unarmed!" I cried. As they ran up the hill one of them stopped in front of me.

He started to speak to me in what Angloish he knew. "Iron Legion... there coming... you have to go... there is no hope." He said nervously.

"I am certainly not afraid of them and when I am in command there is always hope." I said. "Well, good luck." He said as he joined his men in there swift retreat.

I turned around to see enemy gunships bearing down on us.

"Anti-Air craft take it out." I shouted. The Anti-Air guns quickly opened fire and the gunships fell to the ground.