A cold voice echoed on the net as the enemy echelon came within half a click. "Engage."
Instantly, the battalion came alive. The charging empire troops reeled in shock as paladins began firing into set kill boxes. Concussive shock waves roared through the atmosphere as Abrams lit the dusk sky with fire and brimstone, and the pressure waves of .50 cal fire tearing soldiers apart began.
Chaos and destruction rained on the empire as combined fires ripped their coordination apart. Waves of human masses charged the hills, but nothing changed.
Milano calmly observed the battle field while coordinating movement between his companies. The enemy had made a mad dash at the last moment, and he had been unprepared for that. "What the fuck?" He grumbled as he watched the front line. He had expected them to stay back, using their mages to take out their armor capabilities. "Something isn't right."
