While much of Prinnia was crafted into a pleasure resort, those living within the towns and country side had very much their own culture. Though the denizens of Prinnia did enjoy the casinos and many baths they also enjoyed the simple life, working in the factories and merely enjoying life as a commoner, if one could. Thus the many towns that dotted the country where quaint, yet they held many elegant buildings that brought a breath of fresh air from the crowded and rowdy cities.
Sophie threaded the needle carefully as a cloud of smoke from a passing train rattled her window, the tracks where dug into the ground creating a trench like rail system that didn’t interfere with busy ground level traffic. Several steam cars chugged along the busy streets as an over burdened trolley system was packed with commuters heading to their morning shifts at the nearby factory. Like a dragon the factories and mines spewed forth a dark green cloud from their smoke stacks. Many drove horse drawn wagons, filled with farm produce, to and from a near mob of a farmers market. Stuffed in vendors competed with their voices for the best sales and deals underneath the radiant rays of the sun, draping the town in warmth as the spring season brought with it a fresh wave of smells and new life. Several street urchins ran about ducking in and out of legs stealing coin purses and apples much to the discomfort of the police who chased after them, their slightly pudgy faces red as they heaved themselves down the road blowing into their whistles. Yet none of this bothered Sophie, she was only twenty three and of perfect courting age, yet she preferred her little flower shop then to romancing men. Lost in her own little world. She quietly continued to knit as several old men stood in a semi circle outside the shop speaking excitedly about what had been in the days newspaper.
"They say there is gonna be a war!" One bearded old man spouted clutching the paper into a roll. The others nodded as they grumbled amongst the vibrant chirps of the birds.
"A bloody one too! Those Averian pigs! We'ill show them what’s what!" An old man lifted his cane like a rifle and shot at invisible enemies.
"We haven’t fought a war in quite some time...the fact that Averi annexed the northern half of Prinnia does not mean well..." One sad solemnly.
"We aren’t at war yet you dolts! The King of Averi just sent us an ultimatum! I doubt he will actually keep his promise!"
Sophie stood from behind the counter and pulled out a bouquet of flowers and walked out the door, looking it behind her as she did so. The old men visibly brightened as they heard the door chime. They waved and she waved back, such kind old men, even if they got rowdy up by the paper. She draped her shawl around her shoulders and caught a ride on the trolley as it rolled slowly past. The clack of the tracks giving an almost soothing melody as Sophie made her way out of town. Slowly she made her way up the rolling green hills that over looked the boarder, she was walking up the dirt road when a rumble of a truck convoy made her step aside. She covered her mouth as the trucks thundered past kicking up clouds of dust and exhaust in their wake. The easily identifiable blue uniforms let her know it had been Prinnian troops. Prinnia hadn’t fought a war of major proportions in years and though she had been gearing up for one they had failed to change the uniforms which were fit for a parade ground then a battlefield.
Passing large artillery batteries on her way up the hill Sophie ignored the whistling soldiers who sat perched by their guns. They called to her asking her to have a cup of tea or partake in their conversation, and undoubted in their tents she thought. When she finally reached the crest of the hill she was greeted by several soldiers with big smiles. Sophie smiled and handed the flowers to a thin officer his black hair barely showing under his blue cap with red trim.
"Sophie you know it’s dangerous the Ultimatum runs out today. Those Averian bastards could attack any day now." The officer chastised as he peered over the trenches and wire to the woods across the valley. Somewhere in the woods was an Averian army, they had heard movements, but the forest was so thick that no one really knew what was going on. Though the threat seemed far off in the towns it was very real here on the border fortifications. Sophie only tilted her sunhat back to soak up the golden rays.
"Oh Rastel you fuss too much! I will always make sure my friend is safe in these dank trenches and all these brutish men." She teased as Rastel's men all laughed. Rastel blushed clearly embarrassed as he shook his head disapprovingly.
"Well I still..." Rastel never finished as a torrent of bullets started ripping the earth works around him. Rastel and his men instinctively hit the dirt and slithered on their bellies cursing all the while. A soldier grabbed a stunned Sophie and threw her to the dirt as well. Whistling death filled the air as the woods across the border erupted in light from the muzzle fire. Rastel unholstered his pistol and moved over to a lookout post, a small slit cut out so he could see the field below. He could barely make out men running through the woods and firing at them from the cover of the brush. They were too far away for the enemy to make their fire accurate, but that didn’t stop the Averian troops from sending down cascading waves of rifle fire which filled the air along with the telltale chatter of a machine gun. As suddenly as it started though the fire quickly ceased, it had been like a flash rain storm, doing its damage then dissipating quickly. Yet that was not the end of the attack, instead of bullets from the dark tree line came a thunderous war cry. Brown uniforms came spilling out of the woods like a dirty tsunami crashing against the shore.
Prinnia and Averi had their trouble filled past. The last conflict had left both nations badly bruised as Averi tried to reclaim the Northern half of the province of Tomekia which had come under Prinnian occupation some time ago. This meant that Prinnia had always anticipated another war fortifying her northern border as much as she could to deter any further conflict. Now Averi struck back with a fury and thirst for vengeance as well as blood. The situation though ran much deeper than that in Averi though. Her people grew disgruntled by the rising taxes, hunger, and humiliations at the hands of the Prinnians. They blamed the monarchy and the government and the King needed a way out, showing their anger in the form of armed mobs and burning of government building, bordering on the threat of civil war. Yet the monarchy repressed the people with an iron fist bringing down the rioters and censored the papers. There was a descent into near anarchy if it hadnt been for the quick thinking of army officials to start churning out propaganda. The only option to return glory to the land was the retaking of the Tomekian province which had eluded them for so long, a victory over Prinnia would not only bring in a surge of national pride, but the Tomekian Province was quiet rich in minerals and rare earth metals making her a war chest to be plundered.
Waves of armed Averian soldiers poured to the first of two barbed wire lines set to slow an enemy advance before the trenches. Rastel took at his whistle and blew into it til he felt his lungs would give out. Instinct not fear dominated his mind, as it did the other Prinnian soldiers who moved to firing positions. When the first enemy soldier hit the barbed wire and began cutting it the clatter of Prinnian bullets rained down on them. Each Prinnian solider armed with the standard issue C109, a semi-automatic rifle, and though it didn’t have the range of a bolt action rifle it laid down an impressive amount of fire. The blasts of rifles was quickly followed by the angry scream of machine guns which raked the field in a deadly cross fire.
Averian troops fell as if something sapped the life out of them, crumpling where they stood. Blood splattered across the green grass and brown uniforms. Many men screamed and kicked as they fell about, but more and more poured out of the woods. The Averian's and successfully crossed the first barbed wire line and began rushing forth to the second line only several feet in front of the fortifications. Their bayonets glittered in the sunlight and danced like demons as they continued the suicidal charge up the hill. The continual pops from Rastel's men reassured him as he picked up his own rifle and let off several rounds, steaming cartridges flung out and landed on the ground. Sophie covered her ears and curled into the fetal position as bullets darted all around in a macabre dance of death. One of Rastel's men shrieked as a bullet lodged itself into his shoulder and crimson liquid began bleeding onto his blue uniform. The urge to vomit nearly overcame Rastel, but the instinct to kill was much greater.
More and more enemy soldiers surged from the woods as if the entire army had concentrated at this very spot, leaving behind massive mounds of dead and wounded. A Prinnian colonel ran up and down the line surveying the attack, he had little doubt that the Averian’s had moved in hundreds of troops into the area to over run them... and it was working. The mounds of dead piled higher and higher as the charge continued in broad daylight. The first wave had been incinerated, yet the brutality continued as the human wave reached the second barbed wire line up the hill. Prinnian men could now stare eye to eye with the enemy as they were only mere feet apart. A grenade lodged itself on the earth works in front of a Prinnian machine gun, the blast tore out the gun and slammed it back into its operators, crippling them. The colonel peered through the dropping dust only to hear blood curdling scream. There was no time to help even with the Prinnians throwing everything they had there were gar too many Averian soldiers tumbling over there fallen brethren. A Prinnian soldier slipped a new clip into his C109 and fired at a man only ten feet away, the man fell backwards as two bullets slammed into his chest.
Suddenly Rastel heard something that sounded like a freight train hurling past followed shortly by a sharp, yet earth shattering explosion. He peered over the sandbags and began firing again only stopping to swoop in another clip, but before he could fire again he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. A dismembered arm lay at his feet, the tattered brown cloth around it said it was an enemy soldiers, but that didn’t stop it from being vomit inducing. He emptied his lunch and nearly fainted, yet the sight of the enemy wave breaking past the second barbed wire line snapped him back into action. Screams and bayonets filled the air as the Averian soldiers came up to the earth works. Rastel was about to pull out his knife when another explosion from an artillery shell eviscerated the Averian's jumping over the wire. Prinnian Artillery had finally gotten ready and began lobbing shell but they were far too late now.
"Fall back! Fall back!" The colonel shouted as he dug his bayonet into the shoulder of an unfortunate enemy soldier before slapping open his skull with the butt of his rifle. "We have to fall back to the bridge and hold them there! It’s the choke point!"
Rastel slipped his arm around Sophie and scooped her out of the trench his men falling suit as they broke out into a sprint down the other end of the hill. The colonel ran and turned every so often to keep the enemy from breaking out after them, the other men followed his lead and dropped to the ground every so often to fire off a few rounds. The Averian soldiers opened fire at the now exposed Prinnians dropping several as they did so. They had taken the hill, but the operation called for the securing of the bridge across the river into the town of Ingree.
Prinnian artillery was already packing up and scurrying to the bridge when Rastel nearly carrying Sophie over his shoulder arrived. They ran through the near empty tent city to the bridge now packed with wagons and trucks carrying artillery pieces across to prevent capture. The town itself was in chaos as people began to fear the eventual Averian advance. Yet the brave Colonel stood his ground at the base of the hill and jumped into a small earthen trench at the end of the tent city. Rastel and the surviving Prinnians did also, they had lost at least a third of their men were dead or dying on the hill, but the Averian soldiers would pay for every inch of Prinnia. Rastel grabbed onto a terrified Sophie who was on the verge of tears.
"Sophie you gotta listen to me!" He gripped her shoulder tightly the fear in his eyes obvious, "You gotta run we will hold them here! Get to the bridge and get inside please!"
She nodded slowly clearly frightened, he shook her lightly staring at her letting her know he wasn’t kidding. He let go of her and picked up his rifle and began firing again not even really aiming. Sophie tore her dress so she could run and made a break for the bridge, bullets dancing at her feet but she made it. The Averian soldiers rushed down the hill sustaining more casualties than Rastel thought would ever be possible for a man to endure. That’s when several chattering machine guns opened up, Rastel looked about confused, and all their machine guns had been on the top of the hill. To his astonishment several troop lorries with machine guns perched on their cabins began to spray bullets across the open field. Averian men tumbled down the hill bullet holes rapidly spreading across their chests. Blood smeared against the green grass, dirt kicked up as the men fell like animals to the slaughter. Rastel couldn’t believe his eyes, so much destruction...everything was moving in slow motion. Blood splattered on his face as one of his buddies was struck in the throat by a speeding bullet sending him reeling to the dirt floor. Rastel gulped in huge gasps of air as if he was drowning. He clawed at the buttons on his uniform as if that would allow him to breathe.
"Rastel! Rastel it’s over!" The Colonel lifted Rastel to his feet, their elegant blue uniforms covered in dirt and blood. The Colonel had a stern face his bushy mustache only adding to his piercing eyes.
"wha..." Rastel noticed for the first time everything was silent. He peered over the shallow trench to see the hill littered with bodies, blood forming small creeks as gravity pulled it downhill. Shifting figures on the hill showed that the Averian soldiers at massive cost had taken the hill, but made no effort to press their luck. Rastel slumped back down and wept.
A messenger would later give a letter to the Colonel stating that an Averian attack was imminent, the colonel merely crumpled the letter and threw it on the ground. Later that night, under the cover of darkness the Prinnian troops would withdraw into the town and take up defensive positions on the opposite bank, ready and waiting for another attack. News of the Averian attack would send shock waves throughout the international community and certainly through Prinnia. War had begun...