"They stripped him naked and covered him in honey. They then threw him into a room they had filled with bees. All I could hear were terrified screams as the prince had in his brashness angered the Hive." A Demi human describing one of the tortures Zorzal went through.

Falmart. Herms command dugout. 3 am January 4th. 666 imperial time.

Herm woke up to the news of the fall of Isabelle. Most of the defenders had escaped but a large number of them were captured or killed. Herm had a good idea where the organizations would strike next. It was rather obvious.

They would attack hill Emory that was their only escape from the valley in the worst case scenario. So far the small hill had been turned into a large redoubt.

Around 500 legionaries, his best by far, garrisoned that hill. Decided to move another 500 to the hill along with what trolls they had left. The hill would be further reinforced by the stragglers and survivors of hill Isabelle. It was a risky gambit but he knew for sure the entrance to the valley was already cut off by the organizations. So he had to defend the only available exit at all cost.

He looked up at the reinforced dirt ceiling of the dugout as he heard loud booming noises up above. He prayed to Emory the ceiling wouldn't collapse. It didn't.

After the fall of Isabelle the enemy had been bombarding them again with the beams of light and egg shaped things constantly.

Then it stopped after another hour. He walked out of his dugout and saw that the northwestern hills(Pina) , southern(Diablo),and eastern(formal) had been hit badly.The hills had however protected the armies headquarters positioned in between the hills in an area that formed a valley within the valley.

He saw that some other dugouts like his hadn't been so lucky; one had collapsed due to the bombardment and any occupants in it would have been buried alive. Mages dashed back and forth heading from the main base to the frontline positions on the hills and then returning back with the wounded bringing them to the healers tent they had set up.

To worsen things some of his men had been kidnapped by warrior bunny's that he assumed were a part of the organization's forces. He also had to deal with the stress of his soldiers suffering from sever trauma due to the artillery, fighting a clearly superior enemy, and victims of the revenge rape the bunny's were doing. If he got the chance he would skin the rabbits alive for what they were doing.

It was definitely not the best of times to be in the Saderan army.

Falmart. Mountains around Dien Bien Phu. 5 am. January 4. 2 AEE.

Trang Minh looked out at the battlefield from his hidden command position in the mountains. They had just laid waste to the valley and its defenders once again but they held on desperately still.

I guess it made sense if somehow they found out what was happening to their comrades in the camps the pentagram ran. Whether they fought to the death or not and were taken prisoner each fate was an awful way to go.

Now the plan was to cut off their last escape. The Nacktong creek passageway. The imperials were smart enough to position men on the hill by the passageway; however they had been reinforcing the hill with more men and some trolls. Some stragglers of the first hill they had attacked were also heading to Nacktong passageway hill.

Aerial observation had shown a fair amount of fortifications on the hills and to his surprise the imperials were giving it a shot at digging anti tank ditches. While this would certainly be an annoyance he would just order the tanks to act as short ranged artillery support and pound the imperial positions.

Now in terms of casualties from the assault last night on the first hill they'd suffered 11 dead and 16 wounded. He definitely wasn't happy with these losses. He expected at max 5 killed and maybe 10 or so wounded. The imperials had also damaged one of their tank treads.

The imperials were learning to fight back shame they hadn't early for their sakes.

Now he had a secret weapon for his attack on Emory as he wanted to minimize losses. He had gotten some Dwarven miners to dig under the hill using modern day mining equipment and had them begin to set up several explosives.

Trang planned to turn the hill into a massive crater.

Now for more pressing matters a little bird had told him of a coup planned against his superior Mathew Clark. The man had made a lot of enemies and Trang had a feeling that the so called Valentine's Day coup would succeed so he planned to get his men to go rouge and join in on the coup when it happened.

Was he a tratior sure but a smart one Clark had made himself to many enemies with his whole break the empire plan so he'd simply join his enemies to avoid him getting the short end of the stick in the coup.

Heck he may come out of it looking like a hero. He was already going to be the victor of Dien Bien Phu. He'd been another General Giáp. Trang spent the next couple of minutes musing about being called the general Giáp of Falmart.

His inner thoughts were interrupted by a soldier coming in. "Yes?" He asked curiously.

"Sir we found prince Zorzal trying to escape the valley through the main entrance of it. He's in our hands." Said the soldier saluting. That was certainly good news time to torment the prince a bit and give Clark a call.

"Sounds excellent, good job soldier, bring the prince over here along with some guards if you like to question him a bit." Trang said. Of course the real reason he wanted the prince to come was that he had heard of the prince's hatred of those lower than him.

It was ironic how Trang had started off in a poor family as a rice farmer. How ironic that the rice farmer was going to torment the nobility.

Well his country had done the same to the Japanese, Americans, the Khmer Rouge, and then the Chinese. Heh. Looks like they were doing it again to the empire. He heard some screaming in Latin and he assumed that was the prince.

By the Buddha did he sound like a fucking rabid dog when he yelled. No no. More like a cat. He honestly couldn't tell. "Zorzal I assume." Trang said unamused as Zorzal was pull in as he was screeching like a madman trying to

"Tell your filthy men to let go of me! I am a prince not some dog!" He yelled. "You behaved like one. Ah that's to light more like a fucking rat." Mused Trang.

"How dare you. I have more money, more fame, more power than you!" He yelled as he was cuffed. "You behave like a man child." Trang said unamused as he watched Zorzal scream in rage.

"Hey, inform those rebels that we have Zorzal. I want to hand him over to them since he'll simply be too much of a distraction to deal with." Trang said, grinning.

Oh boy he couldn't wait to hear what the rebels would do to him.

Falmart. Sadera. 1 pm. January 4th. 666 imperial time.

Nicophorus sat victoriously on the throne of the former emperor Molt. He had to admit the throne was extremely uncomfortable. By the emperor, how could Molt sit here all day?

Why was he on the throne? Well he was posing for a photo as the journalists from Men in Green began to enter the city and take what they called pictures with funny box-like things. The siege of the rose palace had ended when the men in green had forced his hand and threatened to bomb his men with the metal birds.

He would get payback on the heretics he swore. The men in blue were nicer and had begun to supply them with those black rods.

Well they outdated versions of them but still it gave them a fighting chance against the men in green when he would declare his glorious crusade against them in the name of the emperor. Their heretical and oppressive leaders would be purged with the imperial truth. All of the remaining heretics, nobility, and Xenos scum of the city had been purged and the rebel movement had expanded to other cities.

Without their heretical and oppressive army to protect them. The journalist soon left the throne room and he got off the uncomfortable throne. Now that the men in blue and their friends were supplying them with their things they called firearms they had no need for their primitive melee weapons.

Their swords and shields were melted down to create far more useful items. As he walked out of the imperial palace which was slowly being turned into a defendable fort. He also saw the Jade palace being refitted to be a temple for the emperor. May the emperor protect them from the heretics in green and the chaos gods.

He then saw a former slave come in. "Sir the men in blue had given us Zorzal. They captured him." Said the former slave excitedly. Now this was news.

"Very well bring him to the palace and gather everyone around. Time to deliver the emperor's Justice on him." He said grinning.

This was a short chapter yes I'm sorry about that next chapter will be longer.