5th of Summer, 1558
The train finally came to a stop. The men and women inside the boxcars were tried and restless, having been confined in the tiny cars for six long hours. Many had no clue where they were, but a few knew. These few knew that only a tiny portion of these young soldiers would survive the coming slaughter.
The doors open, revealing to them a sight that made them gasp in shock and fear: their beloved city of Mianyagradablaze across the river Dlio. They made no effort to leave the boxcar, even as their officers came and forced them out, threatening to shoot all cowards.
Lieutenant Victor Sorzargi elbowed his way out of one of the cars, disappointed in the reactions of his platoon. He looked around the dock, taking in everything. Barges took fresh troops across the river, returning with the wounded and the dead. Medics tended to the returning wounded, calling out for supplies. Several of their patients were beyond help, their limbs having been bl