Shortly after receiving and thanking Cassian for the shield, those I had put in charge of ordering the troops, considering I was on the front line, issued the order to march.
The first six miles to the fortress were trivial. No tricks, no traps. The Drakoshi had no in orbit air force so we didn't have to worry about strafing or bombardments.
Their main weapon the Drakoshi used for this distance was also put out of commission by some young handsome hero with a heart of gold. I'd be giving him a commendation when the war was over for his daring heroism and rugged good looks...
However, as we began to approach the last mile. Things got tense. Talking about war and glory was one thing, but as the march turned into a light jog as we entered the engagement range of the turret emplacements, things turned quiet.
All that could be heard was the marching of thousands of boots alongside engines and mechanical clicking and whirring.
