1174: The Ability to Overwhelm – Part 7 1174: The Ability to Overwhelm – Part 7 “Wait just a mont..!” Colonel Yoran said.
“What do you an to say, Patrick?
Is this an insult, simply to be directed at ?
Have you no sha?
Have you put personal squabbles above the mission at hand?” The man seed to be failing to see the irony of those words falling from his mouth.
“You will have your part to play as well, Colonel Yoran, do not despair,” Oliver said icily.
“But you will not be left in charge of all those n that you have brought.
Two hundred is the most that I can see you have earned.
We shall attack, five groups of two hundred.
Lombard, I hope you will forgive for splitting up your own n as well.” “They are yours to do what you will with, whilst I am under your command,” Captain Lombard said calmly.
“Who might be these leaders of yours?
You ntioned more nas than a re five, and I suppose that you yourself shall be leading one, no doubt.” “Indeed.
Colonel Yoran, myself, Lombard, Verdant, and Blackthorn.
Verdant, you shall take Commander Yorick and his n under your command.
Blackthorn, you shall do the sa with Commander Jorah and his n.
I will take Commander Firyr,” Oliver said.
“You go too far with your favouritism,” Yoran said.
“Do you make no attempts to appear as a leader?
You have delegated the lions’ share of these positions to your own n, and you have given thoughts to their placent above any others.
You haven’t even looked at my own Commanders.” “For good reason, Colonel.
I do not know you, nor your n.
Though we will be functioning independently, make no mistake, this battlefield belongs to .
They will operate under my orders, and this is a balance that I believe shall work.
You yourself I have made allowances for.
Though you talk loudly enough that it is tempting to confront you with a blade, I am supposing that there is at least so degree of competence in you.
You did once lead a thousand n, after all.
I am supposing that you might be able to handle a re two hundred,” Oliver said.
The look on Yoran’s face was hot enough to lt through steel.
It was a rage that he was unable to suppress.
He purpled with it.
His hand was on the hilt of his sword, and he showed just an inch of steel as he tried to reach for it from its scabbard.
Verdant twitched, showing his willingness to move.
The rest of the Patrick Commanders were not a single step behind it.
Before they could do anything, however, Lombard drove his horse in the way.
“Colonel,” he said, his calm icy enough to put a blanket even on Yoran’s rage.
“I would not make that mistake if I were you.” With a growl, the man allowed the blade to fall back from where it had co, but that didn’t free him from Lombard’s careful staring.
“What now then?” Yoran said.
“You would divide up my n, and then insult in the process?
Even Lombard you sha – you’ve given his Vice-Captain no position to command of his own, as he should rightly be allowed.” “I hope you will forgive for that, Tolsey,” Oliver said with a dip of his head.
“Rightly, you would be deserving of a place.
I have fought alongside you before, and I know your strength.
It is with a degree of haste that I have made these organizations, and with the years that I have fought alongside them, I feel much more at ease putting my own n in charge.” “You need not make any explanations for , Captain Patrick,” Tolsey said, keeping his chin jutted proudly.
“I am but a servant of victory.
I need not play a leading role, as long it is the side of victory that I end up on.
However you deem it fit to use , I shall obey without complaint.” “I appreciate it,” Oliver replied.
“And now, I suppose it is for to inflict so results, now that I have forced upon you all another stir.
Even though you and I seem destined to be at odds, Yoran, you speak truthfully enough when you state that I haven’t done nearly as much as my post would require.
I shall hope that we can rectify that.” Yoran made no response.
His rage did not seem like sothing so easily forgotten, even if he had quietened down for now.
“We will move at once,” Oliver said, “whilst the battlefield is still unbalanced from the changing of montum.” … … They took to the field, all five groups, and they split apart in their different directions.
It wasn’t long before the five of them had the Zilan army surrounded in its entirety, from all directions, with a group all the way down by the siege weapons, and another group down by the camp, and a near even split on the east and west sides.
Oliver had given them no more instructions than their starting positions, and their intentions.
They were simply to begin assaults, wherever they could, and to escape when they did not think it would be profitable.
He trusted the Commanders’ own instincts for that.
One could not rise to a position of leadership without having so sort of predatory instinct, enough to eye out the weaknesses of an enemy formation, and to sniff out prey that their fangs were strong enough to take down.
The young Captain was confident in the strength of his own two hundred man group.
He almost felt ashad for snatching FIryr away from the rest.
Rightly, he should have sought to make his army more balanced.
One strong front attacker ought to have been enough for the group.
“We’re the main force then, aye?” Firyr said, seeing no problem with it.
His spear rested against his shoulder, and his eyes were thirsty for further blood.
“It’s going to be up to us to cause the most amount of chaos then, ain’t it Captain?”
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