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Location: Greek city of Mycenae
Date: October 24th 1203BC
Hundreds of Phalanx city guards rushed to their posts as the horn for the call to arms had been blown. Civilans rushed into the inner city walls for protection. The Japanesse had been known to use catapualts in their assaults.
A lone young phalanx guard stood at his post staring out into the open stretch of hills and plains that were the Greek Imperial borders. His heart sank, and his hopes began to fail. Covering much of his view of the lush green lands were thousands of Japanesse warriors; Spearmen, Swordsmen, Archers, the dreaded Samurai many on horseback, and something knew caught his solemn glare. Men with large spear like weapons but they had no point. The young guard only saw a few regiments worth of the oddly shapen spear, but he feared them much the same.
"Archers open fire!" yelled a captain, disrupting the young gaurds thoughts. He grabbed spear and sheild and prepared to guard from a counter barrage of arrows. Greek arrows, in a continuous volley, rained hell down upon the invaders. The young guard smiled with hoped, looking around at his comrades in arms to see if anyone else had his joy, none did. His hope was lost, pain struck into his chest. With a volley of loud explosions the japanesse had opened up a new way of war. The young guard had been hit by a black powder rifle ball. Bloood gushed from the small open wound in his chest. The silver gold of his tunic now lush red. His vision faded black, the only thought in his head was the lush green fields the japanesse were going to destroy. A tear ran out of his eye before his heart stopped.
The Greek guards were taking many casualties to the new Japanesse weapon. The Japanesse used the muskets for cover while sending in regiment after regeiment of swordsmen to overwhelm the Greek Phalanx columns. The battle was over before the first shot had been fired, Greek just would not give up hope. Nor will they ever give up hope.
---The Burning Sun Saga Part 2
Date: October 24th 1203BC
Hundreds of Phalanx city guards rushed to their posts as the horn for the call to arms had been blown. Civilans rushed into the inner city walls for protection. The Japanesse had been known to use catapualts in their assaults.
A lone young phalanx guard stood at his post staring out into the open stretch of hills and plains that were the Greek Imperial borders. His heart sank, and his hopes began to fail. Covering much of his view of the lush green lands were thousands of Japanesse warriors; Spearmen, Swordsmen, Archers, the dreaded Samurai many on horseback, and something knew caught his solemn glare. Men with large spear like weapons but they had no point. The young guard only saw a few regiments worth of the oddly shapen spear, but he feared them much the same.
"Archers open fire!" yelled a captain, disrupting the young gaurds thoughts. He grabbed spear and sheild and prepared to guard from a counter barrage of arrows. Greek arrows, in a continuous volley, rained hell down upon the invaders. The young guard smiled with hoped, looking around at his comrades in arms to see if anyone else had his joy, none did. His hope was lost, pain struck into his chest. With a volley of loud explosions the japanesse had opened up a new way of war. The young guard had been hit by a black powder rifle ball. Bloood gushed from the small open wound in his chest. The silver gold of his tunic now lush red. His vision faded black, the only thought in his head was the lush green fields the japanesse were going to destroy. A tear ran out of his eye before his heart stopped.
The Greek guards were taking many casualties to the new Japanesse weapon. The Japanesse used the muskets for cover while sending in regiment after regeiment of swordsmen to overwhelm the Greek Phalanx columns. The battle was over before the first shot had been fired, Greek just would not give up hope. Nor will they ever give up hope.
---The Burning Sun Saga Part 2
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