Chapter 17
In the Strategy/War Tent
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The crowd of Generals, Advisors and Soldiers were shocked at all the information they received from an unknown person.
Alexander decides to question Altair about a possible strategy against the Persians. "Hmmm…I'd suggest placing the Thessalian, Greek and Thracian Calvary on the left wing under Parmenions command."
"Thats 3400 plus the infantry is ALOT of soldiers however I'm confident in Parmenions command." Alexander seeks to soothe the more nervous generals and commanders.
"Yes..Yes..Yes, sooo good, anyway in the center would be the massed spears of the phalanx, in six divisions divided amongst who is worthy." Altair waves of the nervous.
"Hmmm….Perdikkas,..Koinos, Amnytas, Phillip, Meleager, Kraeteros."
"Mhmm, now I say Alexander with the companion cavalry on the right-"
"Under Philotas."
".....Yes, now that leaves the rest. I suggest the the elite Hypastpist, the Agrianes javelin-throwers, and the archers on the right with Alexander and…..Philotas, that'll make you the mixed units.
Now Alexander, you'll be slightly outnumbered with 13,000 infantry and 5000 cavalry. However-"
1 week later——————————
Random Soldier POV——
I was tired, too. I had not slept. I was soaking wet. I was cold, yet suddenly I felt invincible. It is a wondrous thing, that battle calm. The nerves go, the fear wings off into the void, and all is clear as precious crystal. and the enemy has no chance because he is so slow, and I swept the shield left, taking the scar-faced man's spear thrust, lunged my spear forward, and the Persian ran onto her point. I felt the impact run up my arm as her tip punctured his belly muscles, and I was already twisting her, ripping her up and free, sawing through leather, skin, muscle, and guts, and his blood was warm on my cold hand, and he screamed, ale breath in my face, and I punched him down with the shield's heavy boss, stamped on his groin, killed him with My spear tip in his throat, and a second man was on my right, beating at my neighbor's shield with an sword perhaps his spear was broken, and yet he was easy to kill, point into the throat, and then we were going forward.
On and on I raged and fought for the words for ever immortalized pound in my brain. 'A warrior does not fight because they hate what's in front of them, but what they love behind them.'
After killing and watching the men around me be killed, a deep realization sets into my heart. However, before I can confront this-
" Die you Greek Dog!!" A man emerges from the chaos, spear held in both hands charging right for me. His charge filled with rage, perhaps I killed a loved one of his? Friend? Brother? Father? Lover?.
My body freezes from his gaze, Is He A Gorgon??? My eyes close shut in a futile attempt at comfort.
*SHINK* "W-Wha-" *TSS* *SLIT*
I open my eyes to be greeted by-
Altair POV———-
Guiding Alexander had been easy, making a plan had been easy, even killing scores of men had been easy.
Walking through the battlefield like im strolling through the forest makes anyone an easy target, but not me. 'Behind' A Persian thrust his spear at the back of my head looking for an easy kill, too bad.
3rd POV
Altair tilts his head to right, dodging the kill attempt with ease, another attempt is made by another and another, soon five men have surrounded the Egyptian. Each one of them thrusting their spears foward. "Lets end this." The Egyptian speaks.
Suddenly as a spear is thrust from behind Altair, he side steps the attack. Grabbing the spear he snaps it's point.
*SWISH*
The spear point finds its way flying through the air back at its previous owner, burying itself through the Persians face and soon out of his head to a man behind him, killing that man as well.
The 4 remaining Persians stop in shock at the accomplishment. They stop to contemplate the choices that have led them to this moment.
However the Egyptian does not wait. Charging at the closest enemy. Altair shoots a stiff straight kick right at the mans meniscus.
*CRAAAACK*
"AUGHHHH" A scream of pain ruptures from his throat as he falls to his one good knee. Altair does not care, Rotating his shoulders and arms back, he looks as if he's going to give a loud clap, though not in applause ,no he claps his hands at the handicapped mans ears, stopping just as his palms hit his sound holes.
The force from his strength and sudden brake of his powerful hands travels through the injured mans head straight to his brain, on the rupturing his ears and bursting his brain. The blood pours out his ears, nose, mouth and even under his eyes.
*THUD*
His armored body hits the ground, dead as can be.
The three left charged ,not out fear but in realization. This man will not let them go, so why beg.
"AHHHHHHHH!!!!" A war cry leaves their sound makers.
The first in line gets 'POCKET SAND!' straight from the Egyptians pouch. That Persian immediately stops to rub out his eye, while the others continue.
The Egyptian rolls under their spears simultaneously tripping the soldiers. As one gets up faster that the other and for his prize he receives *CHOP* a soft throat punch straight to the esophagus.
"Hrrrk" the soldier begins immediately choking. With him temporarily out of the picture, the last soldier not dealing with a physical injury gets up and-
*SWISH*
The soldier swings his sword aiming to decapitate the Egyptian.
*CLANG*
Altair's hidden blades emerge from the device on his wrist's and block the overhead sword strike. Altair again kick at the mans leg, this time hitting the shin and bringing the man to his knees.
Immediately the hidden blades find a way into his throat.
*GURGLE*
Blood seeps through the pierced skin and run down the wrist contraption.
*SHINK*
The blades then make themselves hidden once again. 'Behind!', Altair dodges a spear attack from behind. He looks at the attacker and see's red, irritated eyes.
The attacker gets a swift straight kick to the sternum, knocking the man back onto his rear simultaneously the air leaves his lungs. He begins to regain the lost air while the the other injured man makes his way to him holding his throat.
The man holding his throat tries to pick up his fellow comrade.
*CRACK*
The mans neck is broken 180 degrees so that he is know facing his attacker. His dead body slumps to the ground.
Altair picks up the last adversary.
"Nothing Personal, I just kinda wanna. You get me?" Altair doesn't allow the man to respond as he shoots 3 body shots at the soldier. His hits strategically placed at the human bodies weak and sensitive points.
'Kidney, Lower Ribcage, Clavicle.'
Each shot crumbling the mans heavy armor. "You most likely have internal bleeding. You'll die slower than your friends, but you'll still die."
With Altair letting the man out of his grip, he crumbles to the ground in the fetal position, moaning in pain.
"You know what nevermind." Altair stomps on the back of the last soldiers neck and makes his way back on through the battlefield.
Altairs POV——-
On my stroll through the battle im constantly interrupted by the men trying to kill me, even some Greeks and their allies tried, all those that did are now dead though. Knife to the throat here and there, a couple of decapitations, back slices, swords through stomachs, a few head and neck stomps and even a heart rip.
I eventually I find myself looking at a Persian charging a random greek and decide to save him.
I throw a knife I found with a little bit of my strength, with it easily cutting of the top half of the spear.
"W-Wha-"
I rush towards him and just as he gets the first of his words out my blade enters his right temple, while the other pierces up through his mouth. This causes instant death, he didn't feel a single thing.
The greek opens his eyes and changes from terror to confusion.
"T-Thank y-"
*SHUNK* *GURGLE*
A spear shoots out from his mouth, his body jerks forward from the force and blood sprays outward, missing me becauseI want it to.
The spear is pulled back and the body is pulled with it. The holder of the spear see's me and tries to get his spear unstuck from the dead bodies head.
*PHEWWW* *SHURKK*
I toss the broken spear at the Persian, impelling his face killing him instantly.