"The war painted the living and dead in the same gray pallor on hill 2324 ." Lt Samstov, a veteran of the battle, in an interview with the Japanese press.

Falmart. Hill 3234. Operation Oswiec. 7:30 am. December 25th. 1 AEE.

"Lastly, out of the Dwarven embassy around 8 warrior bunnies were taken prisoner, in highlight of these attacks-." Cornel Boris cut the radio. "On come one I wanted to hear more." said an annoyed Ivanov. "We don't have time to listen to the radio now in private." He said sternly.

Boris looked at the other men under his command. He had around 192 men under his command and they had dug in on the hill. He had sent some of his men to scout the woods but they hadn't returned which worried him.

"Sir." One of his men from the 6th Russian paradrop battalion. "What is private?" He asked sharply. The private handed him this binoculars and pointed out in a general direction he didn't need his binoculars to see if a large army was marching its way here from a distance. With the binoculars he saw the army was led by a certain Zorzal. "Ah not this fucker." He said out-loud

The snow storm that had hit the hill yesterday had moved on to the area around paradise city and warriors bunny land and the hill and the surrounding landscape was blanketed in snow. "Report this to high command fast." He whispered to a private near him. "Battle station the hounds of hell are upon us." He yelled in his thick Russian accent.

The hill buzzed to life as his men readied their mixed assortment of rifles and 5 men got their PK machine guns in position while another two soldiers got the 9M133 Kornet anti tank missiles ready to be used as cannons against the advancing army.

The army led by the prince had several catapults, Wyverns, trolls, and a variety of Demi humans and goblins. The prince stopped the army and was making some speech of sorts after taking a close look at their position it seemed. He then turned towards the hill and shouted at them.

"Men on the hill surrender to the might of the empire and let us march towards warrior bunny territory that is rightfully ours. Surrender or face the wrath of Saderas legions and the great prince Zorzal of Sadera." He said in a pompous way. Boris chuckled.

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Battle of hill 3234 theme.

"You can go to hell. If you want us, come and get us." He replied back in clear Latin so Zorzal could understand what he said.

"You dare insult the great prince of Sadera. Very well attacked!" Zorzal yelled back. As his army began to close in around the hill.

Boris then spoke to his men as Zorzals army of what he guessed was 80,000 strong at least closed in around the hill.

"My brothers in arms I am not a man for speeches here it is. Each of you is worth 100 of those damn imperialists. I expect nothing but the best of you in this turkey shoot that is about to unfold. Remember your training and you will win this battle." He said flatly. "Urraa." His men responded back.

Boris moved around the trenches and the 2 makeshift pill boxes constructed on the hill making sure he was ready as the imperialist began to march forward. "Open fire gives them hell comrades." He barked.

The hill came alive as gunfire ripped apart the advancing legions; his men with RPGs picked off dragon riders who got too close, blowing them out of the sky. He watched as the catapults launched their rocks on the hill as they crashed into the pill boxes one pill box was crushed completely with its crew in it though he rushed through with his AK gunning down any imperials trying to rush through the gap.

The Wyverns and their raiders who hadn't entered the battle began to enter or allowed their dragons to spit out balls of fire at the hill. The balls of fire crashed on the hill though the trenches protected most of his men, some of them were burned slightly by the scorching heat as the balls melted the snow on the hill.

The imperials still advancing struggled up the hill due to the withering gunfire on his men's part or the snow. One of the catapults was taken out by the anti tank missiles and soon another 2.

Several Wyverns riders who avoided the rpgs swooped down trying to kill his men but they were riddled with bullets and the rider usually killed. Another catapult rocks crushed the remaining makeshift pill box as some of its crew managed to escape but one unlucky soul was crushed.

Arrows began to be loose on the hill as 2 of his men were hit by the downpour and were carried to a medical dugout next to the trenches. His men had to stay in cover as the Saderan archers fired volley after volley of arrows with 5 more of his men being hit as they fired down on the advancing imperials with 2 of those men dying.

Imperials continued to press the advance and the hills crest was surrounded in the bodies of the dead by this point with thousands littering the hill.

Another of their catapults fell to the Anti tank missiles with his men cheering when they got a hit. Boris mowed down some more advancing imperials and was starting to run out of ammo. Ammo boxes were being moved around left and right for the machine guns which had fired so much that they were hot to the touch. The snow was filled with blood around the hill.

The remaining Wyverns peppered the hill with fire balls as did the imperial mages when they could as most were taken out by his snipers. The fireballs came crashing down on the trenches causing one portion of the trenches to collapse and 3 of his men were burned alive.

The Ammo was now running low by the 3rd hour of the battle as the imperials attacked in waves. 20 of them through pure luck manage to get close enough to jump into the trenches on the right side of the hill and engage his men in a hand- to-hand combat killing one of the men manning the anti tank missile system before being gunned down.

He then saw Imperials send their cavalry up the hill as their men broke and ran but they were torn to shreds by the Anti tank missiles with only a few even reaching the trenches and those that did were quickly killed off along with their horses.

Then silence. The imperials had briefly stopped the attack. Their men falling back to the camp Zorzal had now formed some 2 kilometers away from the hill. It's possible around 2,000 imperials had been killed in this assault. He had lost 12 men in the fighting mostly to the arrows and the lucky catapult hit.

It was now 10:23 and he and his men were exhausted and were running out of ammo. The rest of the day was spent repairing their defenses and hearing the cries of the wounded Saderans who had been left for dead by their comrades during their failed assault. Their cries went silent slowly as they bleed out on the frozen ground.

An eerie silence was felt throughout the days they didn't make their move or the imperials. His men took turns on sentry duty.

Boris knew that by tomorrow backup would be arriving as he and his men heard on the radio of the recent defeats the empires allies had suffered in their attacks though also about the fall of the second largest city in warrior bunny territory that being Narna which was a minor blow to their moral thought it would be most likely retaken.

All they needed to do was hold out for another day.

Falmart. Zorzals command tent. 2 am. December 26th. 665 imperial Calendar.

"Our attack is behind schedule and our other armies will wonder where their grand prince is. We need to take this hill filled with that filth now!." Zorzal yelled infuriated as his commanders looked on at his meltdown. "How can we be losing to a bunch of peasants? The empire must crush them. I know, get me the mages." He said. Zorzal had a cunning plan in mind maybe one of his only smart ones

One of his generals rushed out to get the remaining mages that hadn't been already killed in battle. His mages and generals gathered around. "I want you 20 to create a massive cloud of toxic gas and send it towards the hill." Zorzal said cunningly. "My prince, a genius plan." Said one of his generals excitedly.

"Of course it's because I am the great Zorzal. When can you have your toxic cloud ready." He asked the mages. "Maybe in an hour depending on how big you want it to be." Said a mage.

"Sounds good tonight we will send it towards the hill. They would be able to see it since looking around it's dark then behind the cloud we send our legions forth." Zorzal said.

Those savage hours on that hill were numbered was all he think.

Falmart. Hill 3234. Operation Oswiec. 3 am. December 26th. 1 AEE.

Ivanov looked down at the imperial camp. He saw the imperials gathered at the bottom of the hill though out of rifle range as Zorzal made some kind of speech. He honestly didn't even care to try to listening to what that moron was saying down below.

He then smelled something huh. He saw the imperials seemingly preparing to advance and an awful smell. Had it not been for his night vision he probably would have seen the mages casting something. Shit he recognized the smell instantly.

"They're using fucking gas wake up!" He yelled out loud. Some of the men woke up and rushed to get their gas masks. Ivanov got his as the gas was soon upon the hill. Some of the men who hadn't gotten their gas mask in time coughed out blood and their faces grew blisters and swollen up. The swelling so caused their heads to explode leaving blood splattered through the trenches."What kind of fucking magical gas is this?" One of his comrades screamed under his mask. "Fuck do I know man battle stations." He heard Cornel Boris say as the gas passed over the hill and went away as the imperial troops came behind it.

The imperials had pretty much sprinted and griped their way up the hill through the snow and dead bodies and were upon them the trenches. Ivanov gunned down several of them with his comrades as the western side of the hill the men engaged in a brutal hand to hand for the trenches.

Cornel Boris rifle-butted and legionary who got too close and then shot him while Ivanov was tossing grenades down the hill taking out tens of assaulting imperials. "The west side is getting fucking overrun I need more men." One of the soldiers screamed. Ivanov rushed through the trenches towards the west side and lunged into the melee with his trench shovel.

He plunged his shovel into the neck of a Saderan legate as his comrades fought them tooth and nail with shovels, combat knives, and trench clubs they had made in their spare time.

It truly felt like a scene from one of those ww1 movies he so loved to watch as a kid.

A legionary tried to slash him with his sword but he blocked it with his shovel before kicking the legionary back and thrusting his shovel into his throat. One by one his comrades fell around him in the brutal melee.

Ivanov and the 10 remaining men defending the western side soon found themselves being the one thing holding back their men's flanks from being turned. The other sides of the hill were holding up fine but the west side was collapsing.

He killed another 2 legionaries with his shovel. He then saw trolls making their way up the hill. Shit if those fuckers got up the hill things would go bad pretty fast. Another 2 of his bodies died. He knew what he needed to do. He grabbed as many grenades as he could and strapped them to himself.

Now having his makeshift suicide vest he watched as the trolls soon stormed the western side as it completly fell. "May god be on my side." Ivanov briefly said before rushing towards the trolls and Roman's on the west side.

"For god and humanity!" He screamed as he lunged at them pulling the pin on one of the grenades.

Falmart. Hill 2324. Operation Oswiec. 3:44 am. December 26th. 1 AEE.

Cornel Boris was gunning down several imperials when a massive explosion rocked the west hill. The entire trench on the west side collapsed. He rushed there with several men and found the bodies of 4 trolls heavily mangled by shrapnel or simply cut in half alongside hundreds of imperial legionaries. He saw the surviving imperials crying in utter pain as their legs and limbs had been shredded like Swiss cheese.

His men quickly dragged these imperials to the medical dugout as prisoners. He then heard a roar in the sky as he watched A-10 warthogs screeching towards them. The assaulting imperials were slaughtered within seconds before the warthogs began to lay waste to the imperial camp.

Within seconds the battle was over. The remaining imperials broke and ran, never turning back. His men cheered on and waved the Russian and GOC flag on the hill and shouted down curses at the demoralized imperials from the hill.

It was finally over.

The battle for hill 3234 was one of the bloodiest and costly battles for the GOIs during the empire's Christmas offensive and would lay the road to Itálica open for the GOI counterattack. It was also the first direct battle with Saderan troops in the war. Zorzal and his remaining men retreated to link up with Herms' army marching on Dien Bien Phu. The battle also permanently crippled the empire's Air Force due to the heavy losses the Wyvern corps suffered along with the loss of its best riders.

12,000 imperials out of their army of 80,000 were killed in the battle with a further 19,000 wounded and taken prisoner.

39 soldiers out of the 192 men defending the hill were killed and 43 were wounded.

8 catapults were taken along with 9 trolls (4 taken out by Ivanov the rest by the anti tank missiles.) and 90 Wyverns.