Victor's army dressed in dark blue uniforms with silver embroidery. Silver eagles were sported on the infantry's forearms and the cavalry's chest and boots. Although in Earth's history, many of Victor's summoned soldiers wore a rainbow of different colours, now they all adorned a uniform bearing the Luxenberg crest.
The Luxenberg army began to set up for a defensive battle. With small hills at their backs, the artillery was positioned there to lay down bombardments when called upon. Luxenberg's army was split in 2. On the right flank was General Rapp with 11,000 infantrymen and 2,250 cavalrymen. On the left flank was General Bertrand with the exact same amount of troops.
Up on the hills, Victor held command of the 110-gun battery. With Victor were his 125 French Imperial Guard and 60 Royal Scots Grey troops. Victor looked out and saw his army preparing for battle. His nervousness began to wreak havoc on his insides. He had never been a part of a battle of this magnitude. It was not just a few thousand men battling against each other, it was tens of thousands of men.
Looking through his spyglass, Victor began to see dark green flags bearing two crossed red axes. It was the coat of arms for the Cruyff family. An army of 24,000 infantrymen, 3,000 cavalry and 80 guns slowly streamed onto the field of battle.
Waiting for the enemy army to set up Victor would take the initiative and begin to gallop to the front lines of his army with a red-headed prisoner straggling behind his horse. It was none other than Josephine.
At the rear of the Cruyff military formation, Duke Harold Cruyff showed an angry and worrisome expression. The sister he loved so much was now being dragged like cattle in front of him. Waving a white flag, Harold Cruyff signalled for a parlay with Victor.
Both Dukes entered no man's land with a small contingent of bodyguards and treated with each other. Starting off the parlay Duke Cruyff addressed Victor, "Mongrel brat! You dare send me my niece's head as a declaration of war. For such arrogance, I will eradicate your bloodline off the face of Syronnea. Release my sister at once and surrender, I will offer you a quick death."
Amused by the boldness of the pig-looking duke, Victor could only smirk. It was apparent that Duke Cruyff would be stubborn and not willing to cooperate with Victor's demands. Nevertheless, Victor tried to negotiate a surrender from the Cruyff Dukedom.
"Duke Cruyff, please refrain from such outlandish demands. Instead, I offer you this. Surrender and I will let you and your sister be together. Refuse this request and I shall execute her and now." Victor said in a cold tone.
Hearing the nasty threat, Harold Cruyff flew into a rage. He began to hurl insults at Victor, "You pathetic mongrel, you dare threaten me. I will have your tongue for such brazen words. Your sister and other family members will join you in death you cur."
Containing his laughter, Victor rode off while listening to the continued outburst of Harold Cruyff. Josephine remained silent. Her will was shattered, over a year of imprisonment had mentally ruined her.
Victor was now in front of his army. Drawing his pistol he began to deliver a speech to his men. "Soldiers of Luxenberg! I stand before you as a fellow comrade in arms. We have a duty to protect our territory and eradicate those who would see it harmed. Time and time again, the pig of Cruyff has launched schemes to try and unravel the progress of our Dukedom. Today we begin to extinguish the Cruyff bloodline from the annals of history. No mercy to the red-headed mongrels of Cruyff!"
The roars and cheers of the Luxenberg soldiers sent shivers down the Cruyff soldier's spines. Harold Cruyff's soldiers were not as disciplined or well-trained in comparison to the Luxenberg soldiers. 5,000 of the Cruyff infantrymen were forcibly conscripted in the last few weeks.
After finishing his speech, Victor, who had loaded his pistol, aimed it at the back of Josephine's head. Screaming no mercy, he pulled the trigger, splattering Josephine's brains all over the emerald blades of grass.
Harold Cruyff could only watch horror. Heartbroken and seething with rage he let out a harrowing cry. In a violent spurt of rage, he demanded his adjutants begin their assault on the defensive position of the Luxenberg army.
Advising patience the adjutants tried to calm the bewildering temper of Duke Cruyff. Unfortunately for them, Harold's rage was unquenchable. At the threat of execution, the adjutants signalled the bugles to be sounded.
With bugles blown the 24,000 infantrymen began their march into the jaws of a solid Luxenberg army position. Duke Cruyff ordered his cavalry to split and perform a pincer manoeuvre on the flanks. Following behind the infantry, the cannons of Cruyff were being pushed into range.
Aware of the advancing enemy movements, Victor ordered his cannons to be loaded immediately. The sounds of drums and flutes from the enemy camp were drawing closer. Turning to his artillery commander, Victor asked if the enemy cavalry was in range. The commander nodded with confidence.
With his commander's assurance, Victor began to aim his cannons. His battery was split into 3 sections. On the flanks were 30 cannons each while the remaining 50 were the center. The beginning of the Luxenberg-Cruyff war would start with a symphony of cannon fire.
"Awaiting your orders, my Duke," said the artillery commander. Turning his head to face his artillery commander, Victor said, "On my signal, both flanks fire upon the cavalry. The central ranks will fire at the enemy artillery."
Understanding his Duke's instructions, the artillery commander relayed the orders to his adjutants. Everyone was ready. The right and left flanks had organised their infantry into ranks and the cavalry was to hold and wait for the order to charge.
Victor looked out onto the battlefield. Many men were about to lose their lives. Nervous to begin his first war, Victor had a moment of silence to calm his nerves and strengthen his resolve.
With the rise and fall of his hand, the Luxenberg artillery opened fire.