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AI:- 10 monks at Honour 2. Me:- 3 Ng H_4 : 2 YS H_2 : 11 Mu H_2 (so startled i forgot a screenshot) monks in the mist...
We marched boldy onto the
field before dawn,
As the sun slowly rose above
the horizon,
Then the lone piper I had placed on the far side of the valley signalled the arrival of the enemy with the plaintive skirl of Amazing Grace. Slowly we advanced to a small
ridge about a third of the way across the plain of Totomi.
Time passed and my brave
warriors took the time to rest.
A runner came hurtling back
through the mist a short time later,
With little other option,
i sent my left flank YS forward.
Meanwhile, we musketeers tried hard to keep our matches lit and ready. Minutes passed, as my YS
crept forward, peering intently through the mist.
I ordered my musketeers to
readiness and we listened intently for any sound through the mist,
They must have got nervous because they both crept as close as they could and then engaged the Taisho before we had seen the Ikko-Ikko main body. I heard the noise of battle
ahead in the mist,
The second wave came screaming
through the mist and smashed into the Naganita who were desperately trying
to close ranks.
Fierce hand to hand broke out between the advancing Ikko-Ikko and my first line of musketeers. The second line of formations continued to fire as the first line withdrew through them. The first rank however rallied immediately and resumed firing into the sorely depleted ranks of the Ikko-Ikko. A runner appeared out of
the mist beside me and warned the YS were sorely pressed and requested
permission to withdraw.
Moments later i decided to
gamble with my own life
The Ikko-Ikko, unsure of
the exact situation chose to fall back upon their Taisho.
The Ikko-Ikko crumbled completely and the day was ours.
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