290. Forward
“Forward!” Max shouted. With Marcus and Gaius injured and recovering in the Medical Tent, tonight it was his shift for command. “Iron Legion, forward!” “Ho!” Surrounded by untold numbers of hostiles, even the Iron Legion was flagging. Even as they ran forward, they did so cautiously, and thus, lacked the full might that should have been in their charge. Like this… mankind’s central forces failed to make any headway into the Spectres’ army. With a single glance back Max could see George at the end of his wits. As the battle wore on and the Flame Emperor fell, even more people began to hold back, and withdraw, and skirt the edges. Some squads even fell back. Max finally raised one hand, clenched into a fist. “Iron Legion, halt!” “Ho!” the Legion stopped. Max gritted his teeth. This could not go on. In that moment of silence, Max grimly held out his shield, and beat the flat of his sword against it. Clank! The sound was a lonely o
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