[U] United at Freelorn

[Uno]

?Hm...the tower has only a few guards protecting the front gate, so the remaining soldiers must be sitting inside, waiting for something to happen. Boy, are they going to be surprised.? Lieutenant Koola and his unit of soldiers were inside artillery firing range of the Outcast Tower Sixteen ordered them to take. It would provide an excellent veiw point to see if enemies were approaching. Luckily, it was only a tower, and wasn?t as heavily guarded like a fort was.

The changeling turned around to his troops, ready to give his plan. The majority of his men had served him in the last battle, and were loyal to him. The remainder of the unit were wondering if he could really lead an armed force to invade a stronghold the Outcasts had built. Koola was going to make them regret those thoughts.

?Alright men.? he began. ?Normally, a leader would only send his artillery to fire upon the enemy base for several days until they surrendered, to minimize casualties in the war. However, that could take days before they would give up, maybe even weeks. Precious time would be lost just trying to take a simple tower. Time, time will be one our side, gentlemen. Time, will not be on the Outcasts side, or Dantes side, or any others side. No! It will be on the United side!? Koola paused for a moment, while all his men shouted ?Horah!?

?This assault, though small in forces, will play a big role in eventually taking over the entire map. The United army will claim victory, and you men will be able to say, ?Hey! I was in there.? Who?s with me!?? All his men shouted back in response ?I am!?

?Alright, here?s the plan. Flemings will be in charge of the artillery and will begin firing on the tower, hopefully killing the half dozen men stationed outside. While you keep them occupied, my support unit and I will sneak behind them, and infiltrate their perimeter. Once inside, they?ll be taken completely by surprise. Once you hear gun fire, move up closer to the tower and surround them. Then they will have to surrender. If executed correctly, it will take no less than an hour and we will have no casualties. Got it? Good. I?m counting on all of you.?

*20 minutes later...*

The tower was under attack, and all six outside guards were laying outside the field of craters made from the artilleries attacks, dead. The 25 soldiers and Koola were ready to charge and take out the tower in a moments notice. On the top of the tower, a bakers dozen men were carrying all there weapons to the top, awaiting to fight off the army they knew would be approaching. Too bad, thought Koola, they?ll be almost defenseless when we strike.

Even though Koola was in a perfect position, his men twitching, waiting for their leader to give the signal to attack and kill some Outcast scum. However, the changeling was beginning to have second thoughts about killing his first army. He had been with them at the beginning of the tournament, and it felt weird killing them. But he quickly dismissed the thought and remembered that he was a United soldier now, and he could never betray them now. An artillery round hit the gate of the tower, making the entrance wide open. He signaled his men to quickly secure the entrance, and they were off.

When they all were inside the bottom of the tower, they noticed two things. One, no one was guarding the entrance. Two, there were extra guns placed all around the floor, incase they had to act quickly to protect the entrance.

?The fools!? Koola said aloud. ?They never saw any soldiers coming, so they left their stuff here to have once we arrived. Too bad they never thought that we would already be here.? Some of the soldiers laughed with him, but quickly shut up when another artillery shell hit the wall near them. ?Kill the ones holding weapons and no one else. Capture them, hogtie them, I don?t care, but try to keep as many as possible alive.?

The men nodded as the headed up the stairs. The men reached a door, shaped like the ones an old seventh-century castle would have. It was creaked open, only a slight. Not a soul heard them coming. Koola peaked his head in the doorway to see who was inside. Nine guards, four of which were holding firearms. He motioned his men to stand back, implying that he could easily handle the job himself. After his men were out of sight, he kicked down the door, much to the dismay of the occupants inside.

He aimed the gun at the one closest to him, and fire three bullets into his skull. His dead body reflexly pulled the trigger, and fired several shots into another weapon holding soldier. Without wasting any time, he swung his semi-automatic machine toward another soldier, trying to pull his gun up to aim, he fired another three shots, this time into his arm and shoulder. The impact made him release the rifle he was holding onto the ground. Finally, he ran up to the last armed Outcast and slammed his fist into his face. The guard staggered for a moment, then tried to regain his balance. His last sight was Koola?s gun as it fired three final shots into his eye.

The unarmed guards instinctively put their hands up, surrendering. Koola couldn?t hear any more artillery firing, knowing Flemings had put his final phase of his plan into action. He called his men up to the secured room readying themself for when the Outcast troops will rush down to see what the matter is. Two soldiers were tying up the Outcasts that surrendered, while the remainder were aiming at the other door, ready to shoot the moment the door fly open. Koola knew, but the Outcasts didn?t. The tower was already theirs.