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Suprisingly, Von Trocken’s Vitelian was near perfect.
“Comrades!” He shouted from atop his tank, ironically for an Imperial, an Emrean export model Zephyr 1919 armed with a cannon. “We are about to once again bring battle to our foe, the Hillmen, who think themselves claimants of a new Grossreich by their own fashioning…”
Alga wasn’t much one for these overly flamboyant speeches. Dulechamp might be pleased by such, but he was elsewhere, and instead, Schoenbijter weighed in.
“Look at that pup bark,” he sneered to Alga, “You’d think he’d never fought a battle before.”
“As long as it keeps his knees from quaking when it’s time to fight,” Alga offered as a compromise.
“His knees are already quaking, Commander.”
Perhaps so, but Alga was not so old or experienced as Schoenbijter. Or maybe he had more romance in his heart than he thought, as he continued to listen to Von Trocken shout from the other side of the assembly area.
“Today we sear these devils of darkness in the brilliant torch fire of the Risen Future! The Dawn has come to us as it was always hoped for,” Von Trocken pointed to the dimmed circle of the sun in the clouds above, “And even if we cannot see its light, it burns within us still,” he put his hand over his chest, clenching it, “And all will dread the hour that they will be tested against our blazing hearts! <span class="mu-i">Vittoria per il Futuro!</span>”
Brave words. Yet artillery hadn’t fallen, and the tanks had not come, and most knew that rather than giving more than polite encouragement to that speech. Or, in terms of Revolutionary Literature, the darkest time before morning had not even begun. Though Alga let himself be ever so somewhat heartened that the Legion was still confident enough of a great victory that nobody questioned the young tank officer.
The speech was barely over when it was decided to move out once more. For the second time today, to be followed by the third time, this town would be fought over. Alga really ought to have learned its name, but it was probably half-unpronounceable Holherezhi Pohja nonsense anyways, and translated to something called “two hills road” or something.
With any luck, what it would be called in the future would be the place where the Aurora Legion was finally proven as the elite to seize the future.
The enemy might have been somewhat ready for the Legion’s attack, but before, the 4th Company had simply blown through them. The town had been reinforced, yes, but now, the Legion Raid was going into this battle with all their equipment at the ready and the whole of their strength, as well as tank support. This battle may as well have already been concluded.
>Roll 3 sets of 1d100. The tanks will boost the score of the lowest roll by 1d4 multiplied by 5.