It was not a vaegir army this time, but rather a swadian one, responding to a threat coming from one of the rhodok counts. News came soon enough that another army was gathering. And this time, he would be there to fight. Because soon enough there would be another campaign. He spent hours practicing each day for weeks, going to bed with most of his body aching. It hurt at first, as his wound from the last fight had not yet healed, but the pain only seemed to fuel him further.
He had put himself to training to put his mind at ease. Even a great soldier cannot singlehandedly change the course of a battle and he was merely a good soldier at best. That it had happened the one time that he had not been able to take part made him feel like it was somehow his fault.
That a vaegir army lost fairly was nigh unheard off. Rather, it was the loss on equal terms that sat in his mind like maggots in a wound. It was a recent conquest, something that held little actual value to the empire. The loss of the castle did not bother him that much, if he were to be frank. Culmarr, the castle they had taken as part of their first offensive against the Rhodoks, had been retaken and the vaegir forces beaten. It had been weeks since he had received the news, yet he still felt as strongly for it as he had at first. Calradic Campaign 2-4, as seen by a common soldierĪleksey ruminated in his anger.
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