Fallout:Blood and the Bull

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It didn't take long for me to mobilize my entire legion eastward. It was a monumental effort, but there was no time to lose. As we marched under the banner of the church, now flying alongside my own, the roads began to reveal the consequences of the border's collapse. Thousands of refugees moved in all directions, carrying what little they could salvage from their homes. Entire families, broken carts, exhausted animals, and faces marked by fear filled the landscape. It was a silent chaos, a tide of despair flowing toward the empire's next line of defense.

The problem was clear: that line wasn't ready. A large-scale attack from the east hadn't occurred in over half a century. For generations, the beastmen clans had been too busy fighting each other to pose a real threat. Their chaotic nature made them unpredictable but also kept them fragmented. This time, however, something had changed. Not only had they united, but they had managed to organize well enough to crush the empire's eastern defenses.

Now, the roads were a river of refugees desperately fleeing the massacre. My legion, a disciplined force of thousands, stood out amid the chaos. As we marched, the terrified eyes of the displaced rose to meet us—some filled with hope, others with uncertainty. To them, we were perhaps the only force capable of standing against the beasts that had destroyed their homes.

One of my officers, a veteran hardened by northern campaigns, rode alongside me as we observed the scene. "This is worse than I expected, commander," he said, his voice grim. "If the refugees have made it this far, it means there's nothing and no one holding them back out there."

"I know," I replied, keeping my gaze fixed on the horizon. "And the worst part is that these improvised lines of defense aren't built to withstand a real attack. If the beasts advance before we can organize, everything will fall."

My mind was already working at full speed, assessing our options. I knew that my force, though disciplined and well-equipped, wasn't enough to stop an invasion of this magnitude on its own. We would need allies and time to establish a proper defensive position.

"Send scouts," I ordered, turning to another of my officers. "I want to know where the remnants of the eastern forces are and the real state of the defenses. If there's anything usable, we'll know before we arrive."

"Yes, commander," the officer replied, galloping toward the column to carry out my order.

Meanwhile, we continued advancing, the banner of the church flying alongside ours, sending a clear message to the refugees: they were not alone. But I knew this was only the calm before the storm. The beasts wouldn't wait, and if we wanted to hold the east, I would need to act quickly to turn this tide of despair into a barrier capable of resisting the onslaught to come.

We marched for several more days, moving through roads crowded with refugees and desolate terrain, but the news brought back by the scouts was not encouraging. Multiple simultaneous attacks had been reported across the east. Dozens of castles had fallen, and the remaining defenses were fragmented remnants of what had once been the empire's borderlines. As expected, the nobility had abandoned the region, fleeing to the capital in hopes that the Imperial Diets would provide a miraculous solution. For now, we were alone.

There was no time for lamentation. I knew the only viable option was to rally the scattered forces of the remaining noble houses. If I could unify these forces under my command, we might have a chance to organize a counteroffensive that could, hopefully, stop the beasts' advance and stabilize the border. However, while we worked to gather these forces, the east remained a field of chaos and danger.

During one of these movements, we encountered something unexpected: a beastmen force advancing toward us. As they approached, my scouts confirmed they were boar clans. I could see their distinctive features from a distance: muscular bodies, thick hides covered with bristly hair reminiscent of the animal they shared blood with, but standing upright with distinctly human posture.

There were about three thousand of them—a number that didn't trouble me much—but something about them caught my attention immediately. They weren't a disorganized mob as one might expect. These beastmen were advancing in formation. They wore well-fitted leather armor, gleaming bronze shields, and spears that appeared well-crafted. From afar, their line resembled that of a Greek hoplite army—a sight that didn't align with the usual image of beastmen clans as savage hordes.

My second-in-command approached quickly, his face reflecting the same mix of surprise and analysis I felt. "Commander, this isn't normal. Beastmen clans rarely organize like this. And those weapons… someone's been equipping them."

"It's not just the equipment," I replied, watching their movements. "It's the formation. This isn't improvised. They're trained. This isn't something a boar clan does on its own. Someone is behind this."

"Prepare the line," I ordered. "Shields to the front, archers ready. If they want a Greek-style battle, we'll give them one. But make sure every man knows these aren't the barbarians we're used to. There's no room for mistakes here."

As my legion prepared, my mind raced. Who had organized and equipped these clans? How had they managed to unite them under a central command? These questions had no immediate answers, but what I did know was that the east was facing something far greater than a simple invasion. There was a force behind these attacks, and if we didn't uncover it soon, this battle would be just the beginning of a much more devastating conflict.

The battlefield was set. Our line, stretched to maximize our numerical superiority, moved in perfect synchronization—a wall of shields and spears advancing at marching speed. The beastmen, organized in a phalanx of three thousand hoplites, stood firm in front of us. Their formation was compact and disciplined, their bronze shields gleaming in the sunlight, their spears extended like a menacing barrier.

On the flanks, our equites completed the encirclement maneuver. The cavalry, both light and heavy, moved swiftly, closing the trap to deny any attempt at escape. The beastmen had no cavalry of their own, leaving them at a clear strategic disadvantage. As we advanced, the silence was replaced by the thunder of thousands of boots striking the ground in unison.

The first row of legionaries hurled their pilum at close range, using the range to maximize impact. The spears flew in a deadly rain, striking the bronze shields with devastating force. Many of the projectiles pierced the shields, bending on impact and rendering them useless. Some struck the warriors behind, puncturing flesh and leather armor. The beastmen formation began to waver but didn't break.

With a guttural roar, the beastmen adjusted their ranks, raising their spears to meet the advance. A second volley of pilum rained down on them, causing more chaos. Fallen shields and wounded warriors created visible gaps in their line, and I seized the opportunity.

"Advance!" I ordered, and the legionaries clashed with the enemy phalanx.

The impact was brutal. The beastmen's spears found some targets, but most were stopped by the large iron-and-leather shields of the legionaries. The short swords, though few and costly, were used with lethal precision, piercing enemy defenses through the gaps created by the pilum. The air filled with the clang of weapons and the cries of battle.

The beastmen fought ferociously, their brute strength compensating for their lack of tactical flexibility. Each boar-like humanoid was a mountain of muscle, their blows capable of shattering shields and breaking bones. But my men held their formation, using their training to counter the enemy's fury. As the front line absorbed the impact, the rear ranks continued to press forward, driving the enemy into disarray.

At that moment, the equites made their move. The cavalry charged from both flanks, closing the trap around the enemy formation. The thunder of hooves striking the ground was followed by the clash of spears and swords against the exposed ranks of the beastmen. With no room to maneuver, the phalanx began to collapse at the edges.

The beastmen tried to rotate their ranks to face the new threat, but in doing so, they opened gaps in their central formation. My legionaries seized the opportunity instantly, pushing forward with renewed strength. Bronze shields fell, and the enemy ranks crumbled under the constant pressure.

In less than an hour, the field was decided. The beastmen's formation, so disciplined at the start, was completely destroyed. The few survivors tried to flee, but the cavalry caught them before they could escape. The ground was littered with broken shields, splintered spears, and fallen bodies.

My men, though exhausted, stood firm. The cohorts quickly reorganized, and the officers began tallying casualties and redistributing equipment. I observed the battlefield from a low hill, my mind already planning the next steps. This victory had been decisive, but I knew it would only be the first of many in this conflict.

"See to the wounded and secure the perimeter," I ordered. "This isn't over. The East still burns, and we need to be ready for what's to come." My men nodded, their confidence renewed after this demonstration of our strength and discipline.

After securing the battlefield, my first order was to gather the few surviving beastmen. Though most had fought to the death, some had been captured, injured, or otherwise unable to continue fighting. I instructed my officers to separate and closely guard them as we prepared for interrogations. We knew the beastmen clans spoke the human tongue, increasing the chances of gaining useful information.

The first interrogations began as night fell. The prisoners, though tired and wounded, displayed an unusual resolve. When asked why they were attacking the empire and how their clans had achieved such unprecedented organization, their answers were repetitive, almost as if reciting a creed:

"We follow a just leader, who shows us the path of justice. If the leader is just, so too will be the path."

Over and over, they repeated those words like a mantra. We tried to dig deeper, asking about this leader—her identity, her location, her purpose—but the answers changed little. They spoke of how the clans, once divided and constantly at war with each other, had found in this figure a reason to unite. Their leader, they said, had brought justice and purpose, something they had never found under human rule.

"We accept everyone," said one prisoner, a scarred boar-man with a missing eye. His voice was deep but clear, filled with conviction. "Beastmen, kobolds, demi-humans—it doesn't matter where we come from or what we are. Everyone has a place. Unlike you, who exclude, despise, and enslave."

His words echoed in the tent. It wasn't mere propaganda. There was something genuine in his tone, something that resonated even with the other prisoners. Clearly, this "justice" they proclaimed had been enough to unite them, to give them a common purpose—something humanity had failed to achieve for centuries.

My officers, listening from the shadows, exchanged uneasy glances. This wasn't a simple impulsive attack. It was a crusade—a movement that appealed to the marginalized and the dispossessed. An idea. And as I well knew, ideas could be more dangerous than armies.

Finally, after hours of interrogations, I approached the prisoner who appeared to have the most authority—the same scarred boar-man. I observed him silently for a moment, letting him feel the weight of my gaze before speaking.

"Your leader," I said, my tone cold but controlled. "Where is she now? What does she truly want? Because if she thinks this path leads to justice, she doesn't understand the force the empire can unleash."

The prisoner met my gaze, his eyes burning with a strange fire. "Justice cannot be stopped. You can kill us, enslave us, but you cannot destroy the truth. If the leader is just, so too will be the path. And you, even you, will one day see it, and humans will join the path."

We gained no further relevant information that night. But what we had heard was enough to confirm my suspicions. This was no simple horde of barbarians—it was something far more dangerous. A unified force driven by an ideology that challenged the very system the empire had built over centuries.

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