Chapter 5: End of Past life
The only C Class Squad leader screamed as he sheltered under one of the soldier's shields, raising the shield to protect the soldiers' heads from the rain of arrows. "PUSH!" the D Class soldiers continued to shout as they pushed the battering rams towards the gate, with the arrows showing no signs of slowing.
"HOLD THE LINE! ALLOW THE RAMS TO PUSH THROUGH!" the co-captain, who looked like a Viking, screamed, saliva flowing from his mouth. With a loud boom, the ram hit the large gate, and the soldiers grew tired from the constant barrage of arrows hitting their shields. Cracks started to appear in the gate, and wood chipped off as it began to wear down.
Finally, with another loud boom, the soldiers broke through the gate, and everyone around them shouted, "THEY'VE BROKEN THROUGH THE GATE!" Yourngion, the commander with bloodshot eyes, announced, "Get ready, Blood-Cloaks advance." He was sweating and gripping the sword tightly.
The thousand-man army advanced towards the gate, their blood-red armor standing out among the leather armor of the archers. The sun shone down, casting a red glow on the tips of their swords. "TYR, let's lead our army into battle!" Yourngion screamed as the enemy army began to advance slowly towards the town's border.
"ADVANCE!" The Blood-Cloaks moved as one unit, with swords and shields ready for battle. The sound of war drums filled the battlefield. "SECTION TWO!" a strange unit emerged from the town's army. "START THE SONG!" a man in strange clothing shouted, holding a wand.
"From the Halls of Montezuma to the Shores of Tripoli; We sing our country's battles on the land as on the sea. First to fight for right and freedom and to keep our honor clean. We are proud to claim the title of the Bards of the Town who Sings."
"WE ARE BARDS, FROM THE TOWN WHO SINGS! FAITHFUL SOLDIERS, PREPARE TO ATTACK THE ENEMY WHO THREATENS OUR FAMILIES AND TRIES TO STRIP US OF OUR NOBLE TITLE. REPEL THESE INVADERS FROM OUR LANDS, FIGHT UNTIL YOU CANNOT FIGHT ANYMORE!" the lead Bard screamed. Both the attacking and defending armies felt their souls shake and their hands twitching as the feeling of death loomed closer.
"FORWARD!" the Blood-Cloaks increased their pace, with the Bards returning to the army and putting away their instruments to draw their short swords. "PUSH FORWARD, SOLDIERS! INITIATE ARROW FORMATION!" the C Class leader shouted. At the gate, the soldiers formed an arrow formation, with 50 D Class Shield-Bearers holding up their shields and another 50 covering their heads from the arrows.
"DISASSEMBLE THE TOP NOW!" Small cracks formed above the soldiers' heads, and the Shield-bearers slightly adjusted their shields to create peaks for the D Class archers to fire at the archers on top of the gate. The C Class leader used strange signals, and the archers started firing their bows from the cracks, showing their precise teamwork.
"Killing the soldiers, they advanced slowly into enemy territory from atop the gate. SHIELD WALL! Arch the advance three steps back. Swordsmen, be ready to flank, and spearmen, be prepared to attack until we fall. WE ARE THE LINE HOLDING THIS BATTLE! Our families count on us. Even if we die here, our names will go down in the annals of history!"
With the Blood-cloaks swiftly advancing to the gate and the enemy army rapidly approaching, the battle intensified.
"REINFORCMENTS HAVE ARRIVED! Pull back and allow them to advance!" the C-class leader shouted.
The commander arrived with reinforcements for the small group and they lay siege on the town in a shiny formation.
"Look ahead! There they are, the Gushknots."
"Men! What do we want?" Yourngion yelled.
"BLOOD!"
"How do we get blood?"
"By killing the enemy, tearing them limb from limb!"
"Make your families proud and gather blood. Tear the Gushknots limb from limb and get blood!"
Yourngion raised the morale of his Blood-cloaks considerably and struck fear into the enemy. They finally met on the battlefield.
The soldiers charged forward, clashing their weapons and shouting battle cries. The sound of metal hitting metal echoed across the battlefield, mixed with the screams of men and horses. The Blood-cloaks fought with ferocity, cutting down the enemy with ease. Yourngion led from the front, his sword flashing in the sun, inspiring his men to fight even harder.
The Gushknots were caught off guard by the sudden attack and were quickly overpowered by the Blood-cloaks. The enemy began to fall back, their morale broken. The Blood-cloaks chased after them, shouting victory cries and capturing their flag.
The battle was won, and the Blood-cloaks emerged victorious. Yourngion and Tyr led their men back to their camp, where they celebrated their victory with food and drink. The Commander congratulated Yourngion and his men for their bravery and for their victory, which would go down in the annals of history.
From that day on, the Blood-cloaks were known as one of the most feared and respected armies in the land, and Yourngion became a legendary hero, remembered for his bravery and leadership. The families of the Blood-cloaks were proud of their sons and husbands, who had fought for their honor and for their country, making a name for themselves that would last for generations to come.
Tyr's journey was just beginning as he left his hometown and set out on an adventure with his closest companions and a band of 150 Blood-cloaks. As they traveled the world, the group gradually grew in size, with the 150 soldiers becoming 1,000, then 50,000. Through his exceptional swordsmanship and leadership, Tyr gained a reputation as a formidable warlord, and his legion of soldiers became feared and respected across the land. He conquered kingdom after kingdom, until he was known far and wide as Tyr, the Blood Warlord, and one of the most powerful leaders in the world.