[h2][center][b]High Kingdom of Itherae[/b][/center][/h2]

[i]July 19th, 1905,

The bombardment seemed brutal, six hours we waited for our orders to move, six hours we watched the Helroxi infantry weather out the bombardment while we were safe and waiting. I stood next to my squad and our field gun, simply waiting for the order to move. First, we saw the Tyrian infantry begin to advance, followed by our own soldiers to reinforce their position, then the shots began to ring out, I could see some of my friends popping their heads out of their cover to take potshots at our tired enemy. 

After thirty minutes of fighting, my squad was told to move, our horses did not seem to get the same idea as they reared and kicked at the prospect of dragging a massive gun into potential enemy fire. In the end, they obeyed their training, just as we obeyed our training. As we moved forward, I swear a bullet flew past me and my mates, only later to be found out that the shot was a random miss by one of those conscripted boys across the way. Soon we reached our destination and we set up our gun, the infantry had advance some hundred meters, but our target was not the initial opposition. 

We trained our gun to the rear of the enemy, we could barely see some of the wounded Helroxi being moved back or the conscripts pulling back enough to set up another defense so their forward brethren could pull back. I looked to my right to see another gun get into it’s position, to the left the same. We had a few field guns but they would effective at routing the enemy rear. We took aim, I got the honor of loading the gun and Demarius would fire it when Officer Valis gave the order. The gun then fired the first shot of our time here, I barely heard the other field guns fire, that meant we had fired at roughly the same time, but I did not care. I was eager to see what the Helroxi would do. 

I squinted and waited a few seconds before our target was hit. I loaded the gun again and we adjusted our aim before firing again. They would not be able to properly defend the rear now, and when the conscripts ran, there would be little to save them. But I had little time to think, it was simply time to load the gun again…”

							[right]-Excerpt from Titus Kallis’, Artillerymen of the Itheraen Volunteer, journal[/right][/i]

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