The guns of Imarta, a small Finnish town a couple miles from the main battle lines, were rarely silent. The Krupp field artillery shot shells at enemy positions day and night. The Krupp shells landed near, and sometimes (with luck) on Muscovy positions. These shells also bombarded the outer defenses of the newly Finnish held cities in south Finland. being careful not to strike too deep into the inner city. They were Scandinavian, after all.
While the artillery kept on firing, an army was gathering around this small Finnish town. It citizens watched in awe as the Scandinavian army gathered, barely even waking the town when they set their tents in the night. They had made barely a sound. Why would they, after all? These men were not normal troops, able to be distracted by women, wine, and food, but the highly Elite Berserkers from Karlskrona. The towns people had gone to sleep, and had woken to the sight of hundreds of tents streched outside the towns fields.
This highly elite, discplined force was here for one reason: an offensive. Underneath General Nils Magnus Brahe.
"Tommorrow will be a great day. All your training will be put to test, and all the friendships you have made will be tested underneath fire from the enemy. Your blood will pump, and in battle, you will do all that you were trained to do. You will sweat blood and tears for this country, for your brothers beside you. You will fight to rid Muscovy tyranny from this earth forever.
I know that many of you would rather die than lose in this great crusade of ours, but remember this: All of you are men, great men, who are willing to fight and die for every inch of ground we take tommorrow. But do not throw your life away for this lofty goal of ours. Be smarter than the enemy, move faster, shoot straighter, but do not throw yourself into death if your sacrifice is worth nothing.
Do not throw yourself at the numerically superior enemy if they are defending ground that is worthless to us. Out flank them, and force them to move into a more enviable position for our attack. Never forget that you are all mortal, and have but one life to live. Never forget that, in this crusade blessed by God. By his provedence, we will all be free in the afterlife, but do not go there without taking a few Muscovites with, ya?
Tommorrow will be a great day, when the fire of our guns washes away tyranny in a land that is opressed. When our courage and valor remove a man who killed our wives, our sons, our grandfathers, our grandmothers, our brothers and cousins in the dishonorable attack upon Stockholm and Kalmar. Truly I tell you, it is sweet and honorable to die for our Homeland. May we never forget it, and dream of it as we fight for its redemption."
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
and contempt luckily i'm not imperialistic.. yay!
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