Marsh Silas IIIS: This Lodge is Best

Marsh Silas IIIS: This Lodge is Best

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(Book 5 of the Marsh Silas series) The Vellanian Campaign draws to a close and the Kasrkin of the proud 10th Regiment celebrate their victories, promotions, and rewards. It is a time of swilling amasec and dart games in the soldier halls of the newly rebuilt capital city of Ebba. Marsh Silas and his companion Seathan Hyram, now company commanders, enjoy the prospect of reforming their units for the battles ahead. However, the war is not over yet. New threats arise both in Ebba, in the countryside of sprawling maize and wheat, and even in the great freshwater ocean. Marsh Silas, Bloody Platoon, Avalanche Company, and the whole of 1st Battalion of the Red Banner Regiment prepare to finish off the remnants of the Ork invaders and finally restore peace to a rebuilding Vellania. (Two chapters will be uploaded per week, one on Wednesday and one on Saturday, usually in the window of 7:00PM/19:00 to 8:00PM/20:00, US Eastern Standard Time.)
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