Only the cold and the rocks were around us, maybe few dead trees and some ice on their trunks that winds trew on them. Inak Nog Loya panted as he crawled up the steep edge showing us to form a line on his right side. We listened.
After few moments of taking breath and hiding our faces in warm cloths, we reached the very cusp where we could see the hollow rim in the bottom of the mountain. It stretched for kilometres in curves, so the Sun lit the other side of the mountain range. My visor showed me our dotted soldiers on the other side of the mountain range with their gear hanging freely from their thick clothes. I tried to move closer to the edge when the rock broke and rolled away from the cliff. The strong hand fell on me and pulled me back.
– Are you mad? You want them to see us? – Inak whispered like the army beneath could hear us, – You’ll spoil the surprise. – he added going through his pockets.
*Shhh… We are at the position. We are awaiting for your commands. – one of the soldier said in coms and gave us an affirmative sign.
– Good. Now wait there and keep your mouth shut. – Inak said and turned around to see where are his men were at.
There were seven of us close to him. My eyes fell down to the grained bottom, where Zarian helmets walked the surface. They looked like ants searching for food. Zarian Sultan ordered a cunning misdirection of his troops, but he dragged them through the basin, where radio was useless. We, however, were in the higher altitude, so we had some reception.
Inak Nog Loya was a grit kind of a guy, very stern and stubborn. Sometimes I think he adored the frey, embraced it with both hands and spin with it. All of us that followed him were hand picked from other companies, because we seemed trustworthy. From the time he made us his “Pack of Ildocian Wolves”, we had no complaints to him, nor we were brave enough to speak them.
– South, get ready for battle. We will turn them around for you. Aim for the green banners, they are their leaders.
Communicator clicked in a rapid affirmation where we had our snipers set to motion. Air went heavy with anticipation for the first blasts.
– Hit it! – Inak roared when the front of the Zarian army shook from the tremor hailing from the ground.
Dozen self propelled drones rose up shaking the dirt from their bulky arms that elevated the long guns and dropped to aline with Zarian flesh.
– Ildocians! – Zarain scout screamed, but fell silent when the machine gun blasted his face off.
Those skillful veterans jumped for cover when our snipers started chasing them. My scope was lurking for the runners and radio operators that hid behind the rocks. The bottom of the valley wasn’t so gritted after our airborne drones laid a massive carpet bombs and turned them into a coal type puzzle.
Sun just passed the ridge, avalanche rolled down from the dark blue cliffs and covered the Zarian army leaving only the particles of snow mixing with the smoke and scent of barbecue.
The things we do to defend ourselves… They stay in our memory, not to be repeated.
And some warm stories.