Chapter 75
November – 3,390 BC
Earth: plain outside Assur
Angelic Special Forces Colonel Mikhail Mannuki'ili
MIKHAIL
Cool air rustled through his feathers. The ground seethed with enemies as mercenaries climbed over the bodies of the lines who had perished before them and ran straight into the teeth of the wedge. Tracer arrows lit up pieces of the battle like a strobe light, granting vision and then expiring it as an enemy either stomped it out or the arrow became buried in flesh.
Death screams filled the air. The wedge was a brutal maneuver designed to take advantage of a flaw of human nature. When launching an attack, the lines behind the first one were always so eager in their blood lust that they would push their compatriots to their deaths, only to be shoved to their own deaths
