Massacre at Dendrus, Pt 2
A few kilometers away on a ridge overlooking the city, a handful of Hussar officers watched as the horrifying battle took place before them. Though most of them wore faces of defeat and despair, only one was stoic throughout.
It seemed as though her face was carved out of stone - her expression was unblinking and unyielding despite the devastation her troops suffered. And although her eyes were lit by flame, her stare was cold and hard.
“Report,” she said, her voice frigid.
One of her officers immediately came up beside her with a datapad out. It was filled with all manner of battle reports, with one side scrolling blindly as new and updated intel rushed in.
“Colonel,” he began, “the 201st Hussar Regiment’s casualty report is still being compiled and incomplete. Thus far however, sensors have detected over four thousand casualties, three thousand, four hundred and ninety-four confirmed deceased.”
“And the Feds?”