Being bound to a bed Maurice had nothing to do. All he
really could do was calm down, relax, and gather his thoughts.
Hilastes, and Amonif stayed in the room to watch over him only
letting him out of the bonds to let him drink, eat, and relieve
himself when nature called. Four days of this went by until they
decided it was time to let him out of his bonds. Maurice spent a full
day stretching his legs and going for a stroll up and down the trail
and the main road for six miles. He returned to the fort to discover
a party of travelers among some families hugging the doorway.
When he got closer the commando noticed the travelers
were twelve soldiers and these families appeared to be exiles or
refugees running away from something. They were talking to Kanuna who
then pointed to him as he approached. At his approach the whole party
turned their attention to him. Maurice introduced himself as
Lieutenant Viyamor of the Vestrisian Expeditionary Forces. He told
them briefly about his mission, welcoming these soldiers and
civilians alike into the comforts of these fort. Due to him having
the same rank as Vincent he had shared authority over the fort until
another higher rank came along. Twelve soldiers revealed themselves
to be Vestrisians as well to the Lieutenant giving their ranks and
names. Most of them were Corporals, and Privates whereas two of them
were Sergeants. Commanding them was Captain Mekker. Maurice led them
inside quickly as the civilians begged to enter the safety of the
fort.
Letting this group of soldiers and people inside
allowed for more information to be revealed. His comrades brought the
high-ranking officials to the room where Vincent was and hit them
with various questions. Maurice joined his fellow officer in hearing
what these Sergeants and Captain had to say. These twelve vestrisians
came all the way from Oceanrest Var villages and the Khasungai. A
year ago they heard rumors about this fort. Ever since they learned
about this fort these soldiers of Vestrisia went on a quest meeting
fellow Vestrisians and other helpful peoples. Mekker mentioned there
were other Vestrisians still in the cities of Khasungai and Oceanrest
Var. Hearing all of this Maurice asked where he could find these
other Vestrisians.
Vincent left this to Viyamor as Mekker dismissed the
Sergeants. They dispersed from the room to attend to other tasks.
Both officers left the room to talk somewhere else. Maurice and the
leader, Captain Mekker sat down at a table in the cafeteria. They were
soon joined by Vincent who followed them inside. He explained to
Mekker what happened and how Maurice found this fort. Although they
were leaders themselves they still had a higher rank to answer to.
One of them was a Colonel who was in the Sarcagos, and another was
headed for Waikun with a mercenary leader. He also asked if they had
anyone who could operate a Gantronese radio. Mekker sat up and said
he knew four countrymen who could operate a Gantronese radio. He
mentioned one who could get it working in a day. This was a Private
who took residence in an old outpost with a cat outside the limits of
Oceanrest Var. There were nine other Vestrisians residing in that
city whom sent them here. For a whole year and a half they had been
in contact with more countrymen residing in Khasungai.
In order to get this radio working they would have to
gather more vestrisians and this private or others who knew how to
fix a radio. Just before any of the others spoke the alarms sounded
indicating something had gone horribly wrong or the fort was likely
under attack. As though they were under attack the Vestrisians,
Warriors, and mercenaries rushed to their weapons. Every one of them
exited the fort interior to see what was going on. They climbed onto
the walls to see a group of goons and warriors ready to assault the
fort. It appeared to be a small army of two hundred of them armed
with various weapons. Among these would be assailants stood
Gantronese, other outsiders, some natives, Uxane warriors, dragon
like warriors. Many of them were armed with melee weapons such as
spears, swords, axes, clubs, bows, and other melee weapons. Plenty of
them did wield rifles, and other guns.
Maurice felt confident in swift victory when several
more groups arrived at the clearing around the fort. A small army of
two hundred Uxane braves came out of the jungle, a gang of sixty
raiders who looked more like they belonged in the city, fifty
gladiators, eighty or so tattooed figures armed with sickle swords,
two hundred Grussian outlaws armed with axes, seventy-two alien
warriors and twenty warriors who painted themselves like skeletons.
Seeing nearly a thousand warriors, braves, goons, raiders, and
fighters all in the clearing would be reason to set the alarm off.
Every fighter and soldier manned the walls in case this large force
of gangs attacked.
To their surprise these gangs moved to different parts
of the open area as if setting up pieces on a board game. Many of the
smaller groups banded with each other, the larger groups or stood
alone. Maurice ordered for his men and those in the fort not to open
fire. He knew what was about to take place here in the jungles. This
was nothing new in the Unknown Lands despite what people say. Tribe
against tribe warfare, turf war it was all the same type of warfare
here, over land and resources. Vincent leaned over and said there was
a massive turf war going on over this particular road each year. A
turf war over a road that connected Khasungai, Waikun, and Oramatra
that had gone on for three years or more. . Something must have
snapped inside the heads of these gathered warriors like a ticking
time bomb as each group charged for an opponent on the field.
Uxane warriors, natives, Gantronese, other aliens,
raiders, gladiators, tattooed warriors, Grussians, and other warriors
clashed into each other, letting arrows loose, blasting opponents and
engaging in melee combat. Maurice had no clue who to pull for or to
even pull for any group. Chaos spread across the surface around the
fort with multiple armies battering, slaying and shooting each other.
He just watched the battle and slaughter last more than ten minutes.
Like a spectator watching a match or a tournament Maurice observed
the conflict that had unfolded before the walls of the fort. Various
warriors, goons, outlaws, fighters, and ex-soldiers killed multiple
foes before getting killed in return. The process repeated itself as
fresh meat engaged fresh meat and veteran alike on the field.
A full hour with more combatants pouring into the fight
representing each faction. Five hundred more warriors who appeared
vying for the Gantronese came out of the jungles. Three hundred and
more pirates escaping the law as outlaws poured out of another part
of the jungles The two forces pressed for each other engulfing small
pockets of fighting into their own mass of flesh. Not caring at all
about the clutter of bodies or wounded the two new forces clashed. It
became the same result quickly only the two forces pressed against
the other back forth.
Many of the Uxanes, and native groups began to retreat
out of the battle as well as handfuls of Grussians, and other
combatants who pulled out of there. Many of them scattered into the
jungles while others raced for the trail and road. He watched
thirteen Grussians carrying their comrades make a run for it. They
were intercepted by another force made up of Uxane warriors dressed
in what appeared to be uniforms. Behind them were other native
warriors with a force of one hundred ninety-two, following one
hundred fifty Uxanes. Vincent muttered in his ear that these warriors
were Waikun soldiers, followed by Utsali tribesmen. As he said this
another force came rushing up the road. He then tells Maurice the
Khasungai had arrived. The Khasungai came in with a force of one
hundred seventy. Both new arriving armies made quick of any
retreating combatant on the road. These forces stopped to allow the
opposing forces to kill each other off while dealing with those who
fled their way. Any of the combatants who fled into the jungles would
be dealt with by the jungle itself.
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