Conquest: Darkness Rises

Episode 28: The Battle of Cario (Part 3)

Frame sat at the table the officer's had been crowding around for the past few hour's, the battle would soon end, but Frame had nothing left in his Army....the rest were engaging the Turk's, and the other's were holding the West Village.

He sighed as he held his hand's to his head, he had to think of something.....anything!

Then it hit him, he looked over at the only unit's they had left.....His Guard. Though when Brandon approached him, he smiled as he saluted bringing him the report.

"Malcom, need's support to escape the enemy." Brandon said as he looked at Frame, who only shook his head in denial.

"No, he got himself in that situation he can get out, and beside's we don't have the troop's left anyway." Frame stated as he slowly stood up and walked up to the front of the table, while crossing his Arm's behind his back.

"Brandon, you write a letter to the Empire....that at five pm we broke Nathan's force's, go tell them that....we Won the War!, WE won the War!" Frame shouted as he patted the man's shoulder, who only saluted and ran off to get on his horse.

"The Village has fallen sir, we Can't hold them." One of the British officer's spoke as he, Nathan, and Jonas sat there on their horse's, with hope leaving them for good.

"It appear's Jonas, we are losing the battle......Give me night or give me Ibrahim." Nathan said as he looked up first at the sky, and the at the Grand Army who he knew were also in a very, very bad condition at the moment....

If only Ibrahim was here, and then they could finish this battle....and hopefully win the War after.

Nathan said as he got off his horse to go wash his face in the bowl of water that someone brought him, but when he did he washed almost the whole bowl on his face, only to wash off the blood and dust that was covering it.

He continued this repeaditly, he was determined to wash off his face and rinse himself of this horribleness, but when he looked up to see his Enemy they still had not moved, and their Artillery was lacking now....he wondered why in curiousity....why now?

Though for Frame he was still looking around at the Enemy before them, they were in as much worse condition as they.

He had no choice, the Guard was his only hope now as far as he was concern, but what to do....what to do.

Though when Malcom and Neon approached him they saluted, both tired and weary as they breathed heavily and rapidly.

"Send the Guard into combat." Frame said as they finished, but both stood their shocked and surprised....he had never used that word before, neither had he ever sent the Guard into combat beside's when they were in Russia.

"You're Guard, Frame, but their the only troop's we have." Neon responded first as he looked at Frame still in shock really, but when the man stood up and turned they knew he was going to yell.

"I Know!....I know." Frame stated sadly as the two saluted again, before they ran off to get their horse's and prepare the Guard for their attack.

Frame sighed as he saw the other's preparing the Guard for Combat, this would either be the Guard's last March....or their best Victory.

Although they were stronger now in force, most of the newer recruit's had little skill compared to the rest of the Guard who were long time member's of the unit.

He could only hope that they would fair as much as the other's would on the field, what choice did he have now anyway.

"General....we are ready." A lone officer approached him, but stopped as he straightened himself to salute.