"General, shall I order my troop to join the battle?" An obese Wengol in heavy coral armor riding a Wurching twice the size of his congeners boldly requested his great general. His three white eyes shone with malice, their aggressiveness barely contained.
Behind him, several thousand Wengol riders stoically awaited his permission, their killing intent so thick that the air seemed to grow heavy around them. From their fine armor and the trident emblem engraved on their bulwarks and breastplates, those who recognized the crest knew that this was a Khinchod protectorate brigade.
In this protectorate filled with aliens, there was no more elite unit than this one. Their presence alone signified the importance of this war and thus warranted their victory.
On Quanoth, and this was a truth that held true for most nations, the armies had similar structures with some nuances from one country to another. 3 to 15 companies of 100 soldiers formed a battalion, two to three battalions a regiment of 2500 to 4000 men, two to three regiments a brigade of 5000 to 12000 men, two to three brigades a division, and more than two divisions a corps.
The Khinchod army tried to decimate the refugees initially consisted of three divisions of 24,000 men, including a protectorate brigade of 8,000 warriors. Despite the refugees' commendable resistance, only the half-division composed of their most inexperienced units had engaged in combat at this point.
To the great general, the brashness of these outstanding civilians was as laughable as the ferocity of a cornered mouse baring its teeth at a tiger. Perhaps it could bite him once or twice, but death was the only outcome.
"That's not necessary." The great general furrowed his brow, much to the displeasure of his subordinate, who was also the general of the protectorate brigade.
This illustrious great general was living up to his status, the alien and his mount so colossal that the brigade general and the rest of his troops looked like children next to him. His caution made no sense, but the other generals under his command could only take it upon themselves to be patient.
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