The battle was nearing us the clock counted down. I wasn't that nervous per se but I was starting to show actual concern even tho I trusted my abilities this world was still majorly unknown. Anything could be lurking within the shadows of this world, things my brain possibly couldn't comprehend.
A while my brain was in havoc I still needed to pick a weapon, I know it had to be something with a good kick. The army we where going to face was massive uncountable by the human brain. The weapon I needed was still far out of my mind.
I decided to pop in the store I looked and looked for a weapon that would fit my standards. I was scouring for the best weapon till I came upon an old sealed box, I cut it open using a knife and what I saw was a dismantled Maxim MG08 from the First World War.
It appeared to be in decent condition as it was in a tight box and most likely never met combat, I took the box and placed it on the counter and followed the instructions on how to prep it for combat, I cleaned it, examined all the parts then assembled.
By then a couple of hours have passed so I hopped out of the store and went to the mess hall where everyone currently gathered for supper. I walked in and caused a few people to turn their eyes but they just went back to what they were doing not minding me.
I went through the line grabbed supper and set in the designated area for Combat mages, I was greeted by few but I didn't mind remembering their names, but there was one named Jon.
He was a man in his late 20s same as me he was a nice guy but strong. He was different from theses skinny research loving dead-eyed magicians, after supper, I invited Jon to go barhopping with me he gratefully accepted as I informed I would pay.
We left and stopped at our first bar, we shared a few drinks but a few drinks went to hardcore fuck you one-ups, took one shot, he took two, took four, he took eight. After a couple of hours, we were kicked out but we didn't lose hope we just went to the runny down bar across the street. We spent about an hour till we booked it to the next bar and after a few more bars we hit the...
Brothel, we were hammered, and some decisions were poorly chosen once we entered and paid we got separated and were with different women I don't recall too well but the girl was most likely mid-20s and had a good body and the night slipped our minds.
Once I awoke I was in an unfamiliar bed with an unfamiliar woman and a sore back, my first step was my pants as I slowly got up from the bed, I searched for my pants as soon as I spotted them I went to grab them only to be started with a "Good Morning" from the women in the bed.
She asked me if I was going to slip away without saying goodbye, I started with a no and tried to make a false explanation that I was just trying to find my stuff so I could go back to sleep and take my stuff when I reawoke.
As I finished grabbing my stuff she told me to come to her as I drew in closer she grabbed me and dragged me into bed, I realized at this moment I fucked up I finally understood why my back was sore this girl was an extreme sadist.
After about an hour I was finally freed. I left and headed back to the castle and join up with my unit in preparations for the battle. I noticed Jon walking to the castle it appeared he was having a rough time as he was wrapping himself in a blanket, I greeted him and he said in a sour tone how the fuck could you be so cheerful.
He asked me how I was still living after that night, it appeared he was majorly hungover and was in no shape to do shit. He asked me how I was doing fine and I told him I had the God of Alcohol blessing and I couldn't get hangovers, and it was harder for me to get drunk.
He was in surprise as it's not common for humans to get the god of alcohol's blessing as only dwarfs worshipped them and drank at every time of the day.
After the initial shock, he didn't care he just wanted to make it to a bed we arrived upon the gate where we gave them our ids and were let in. Jon slowly made it to his room, where I didn't see him till supper.
I went to my room too but I was intercepted by a Royal Guard informing me to head to the meeting hall where a War Council was being formed in preparation for the War. It appeared to be slightly more suffocated than modern tactics but in the Long run, this was only due to magic capabilities.
The pans were quite simple with Earth Mages making pits and to have them covered but marked for friends to avoid. It was mainly just guerilla warfare tactics being put to use on a sand-covered plain.
The War council convened and started its preparations to deploy spearmen and knight formations with cavalry charges as frontline support. Archers were mainly in the back but we're still a deadly force when within range.
The mages mainly consisted of Bombers and air support, mages were not rare but it was hard to reach a good rank so mages were thought highly of in this world.
It wasn't a surprise that my squad was placed on the frontlines even tho it was a high ranked mage squadron after the Council convened I went back to my room and slept the next consisted of more preparations and marching to the battlefield, on the dawn of the next day.
2 Armies amassed, staring down each other they were a little under 5000 yards apart. The intent to kill was spreading throughout the plains and within the hour's tens of thousands will lie down dead, while the gates of hell open to welcome the damnded.
Formations amassed, equipment shined, the troops marched, the sounds rang out as drums where pounded sweat dripped down the foreheads of the recruits while the veterans said a solo prayer in awaits that they face death awhile survive to see another day.