its afternoon the sun hung above with the heat making the snow on the wintery day melt for a bit, on one of the tent in the Wolfsbane first detachment unit that are sent to hold of Vloders, Silver sits while two of the men under him clean his wound and closing it with a bandage after stitching it.
"So what exactly happens, why the hell there is life or death battle when you went out to bathe" Asked Ganga who is standing nearby watching as Silver get treated
"the Vloders are sending scout, I think one of them got too far ahead as they stumble upon me when Floria go to give report to me, I've known them when they make so much noise as they try to get close as possible so I called out to them expecting around 2 or 3 people, but to ny surprise 5 men walked out" Silver said after giving his men a quick summary, as the battle already over, its just a waste of words if he need to explain every single bits
"Young chief, reporting.. the men that you bought back for an interrogation.. he... commit suicides, he just bites his tounge off and died bleeding" said the men Silver has orderes to interrogate the prisoner he cought
"its fine, we expected them to be close so the interrogation is not really pressing issues, have the men to start marching forward and ready to meet the enemy" silver said as he finished get treated up and the bandage on his stomach got applied, he wore his armor again and exits the tent ready to march with his men
there Silver sees a man who are preparing not organized yet they are the strongest and proudest warrior of his clan give him a sense of invincibility, yet deep down he knew that he is about to face the biggest hurdle that the Wolfsbane ever faced with only a meager 200 men at his disposal
"BROTHERS!!" Silver shouted as he exits his tent and all the men who chats leasurely and some who is still eating immediately looked towards the voice who shout at them
"Today.. is the day, the day when we prove our might, the day where we shout our howling rage, the day when the north snow shall turn blood red from all the blood dripping from the wolfs Fangs, 200 men and woman will be standing side by side as we brace for the wave of enemy, this is the battle that the gods above watch as their amusement, its the battle they will enjoy with their beer on hand, so lets go there and give them a show, a show of victory, and... who ever fall today, I fucking hate you as I know you will be going in first to enjoy the great hall before even those old man can, so don't you fucking dare go first before me, because those food and drink are mine to eat first before anyone else, YOU BETTER NOT DIE YOU FUCKING MAGGOTS!!" Silver finished his speech as his voice can be heard so loud into the soul of each and every single soul present, even the distant beast can feel the amount of wrath and fighting spirit he shows
as Silver led the 200 hungry Wolfs Warrior that are ready to pounce on any meat called enemy they met, the opening of the cliff are seen, and before them they clearly see way more Warriors that they originally thought
"how many of them Bronfis? give me estimate" said Silver as his face turned deadly serious
"Less than 2000 men, more then 1800 at least, I think its the remnants of Bearkuts, what a dissaster, you still sure we will fight them?" asked bronfis clearly trying to find any bit of sanity that Silver still have
Silver stare at Bronfis as if saying the most obvious reason they need to fight "then what do we do? let them go through and have the old, womans, Children of the clan get slaughtered or maybe get slaved as we save our own fucking skins?" having heard Silver sharp word Bronfis regained his bravery as he solidifies his mental to fight the upcoming enemy
as the Wolfs saw the Vloders army, so do the Vloders leader saw the meager ant before them trying their best to give any semblance of fighting chance
"men.. shield up, we will be the unmoveavle wall that will face the enemy, don't give them mercy, TAKE EVERYTHING... GIVE THEM... NOTHING" Silver rallies his men as they make their formation
having seen the meager amount of men who tries to block them, the enemy lead warrior ordered rhe charge, while the Wolfs still trying as fast as possible to get into their formation, just as the wolfs get into their formation, the first wave of enemy are close by and ready to attack
"BRAAACEEEEE!!!" Ganga Shouted making all the men ready their body for the slam from the horde of enemy
*CLANG, CLANG CLANG*
the sound of armor crashing into a shield wall followed by a wave of pain as some of them get pierced by the Wolfs spear, some are screming in pain as they broke their arms or ribs as they try to blast past the wall
"BRAACEE" ganga still wanting to draw more men to their wall ordered the men to brace
"OPEN YOUR FUCKING JAWSSS!!!" Screamed Ganga as he thought it was enough, with his order, all the men infront release their power to let the enemy fall into their packed formation, the sound of pained scream and blood being Splurted out as each men who crosses the wall either get stabbed or sliced open by the men behind the wall
the land who was once covered in thin ice of snow turned blood red as it change to have the color of dark blood which make many in the future generations to remember as the death cliff
80 enemy men died in matter of seconds, while the wolfs still stood strong slaughtering the enemy with no rest, before they can even finish all the men who charge in first, the second wave of men comes
"BRACEEEE!!" the same order are given twice now its Silver turn as he is the first one to see the second wave charging forward, with the men behind clearing the enemy who pass through the men infront ready their shield as they brace for the second wave of enemy
another banging sound are heard across the cliff, the same scream of agony and pain are heard miles away, each and every scream marks the end of someone, each and every shout got muffled by the screams of pain the soldier who fight for other gains, its a war, a war that decide the survival of an entire clan, the war that decide the fate of each woman and children who waits the warrior of their clan to return victoriously
the scream keep on sounding as the same order get repeated time after time, not long after, Noon comes as the sun sets down and both side decide to fall back to have the needed rest and to be ready for the second battle next day
out of the 1900 men of Vloders 200 men died that day, a casualties that make many pales as they fought an enemy with less men then their entire army
yet with those victories of Wolfs, 3 wolfs decide to fall and to have a feast as they ascend and sits down in the table of Valhalla