Everything is set. The battle is about to start.
Our stalwart troops. Quite a simple battle line. Kossars in front, pikemen behind with the heavy axemen positioned on one flank.
The Tzar, joined by two wings of lancers and a formation of chekists is in charge of the left flank.
While Pechenko and the Griffons, as well as one wing of lancers, are positioned on the right.
Our aim is to take out the sorceresses before they can do any major damage. We will need to charge swiftly and engage their missile troops then disengage, taking full advantage of the speed our hussars our capable of. The Chekists will provide some close ranged support.
With only one volley of their sorcerous projectiles almost a hundred brave Ukranians died. The rest took their positioned and begun pumping the faggots with their arrows.
Pechenko's hussars charge the enemy light missile troops.
While the lancers from the left flank catch the crossbowmen with one furious charge, killing dozens in the initial shock.
However the sorceresses, well hidden between the enveloping wings of the enemy infantry unleash an extremely accurate barrage upon the cavalry and especially the Griffons, killing over 40 and routing the rest.
Pechenko sees his men falter and run. Thing is, he has a special ability. It's called Death to Traitors
and stops units from routing.
Now the Hussars are either shot dead by him and his stalwart commisars or remember that they are
SONS OF POTATO and turn back to fight and die in glorious combat.
Now the Hussars charge once again, seeking the dark faggots who so callously attacked the land of heroes and potato, intent on driving them back or dying in the attempt. Meanwhile, the heroics of
comrade Pechenko are not over.
His men charge through the enemy lines right towards the sorceresses. These abominations of fanfiction tremble in terror before his righteous fury and try to unleash their faggot powers on him. However, in an attempt of impossible courage and love for the Motherland they do not break but push their charge home instead.
The battle begins in earnest as reinforcement begin to arrive to save their precious popamole magic women but Pechenko is not one to be intimidated.
Despite the horrible losses his men continue slaughtering the elves until only one out of ten remain.
His deeds shall never be forgotten nor his service to the Motherland go unrewarded.
Heartened by his success, the pikemen redouble their efforts, slaughtering the subhuman xenos before them and holding their line in the face of inhuman horrors.
The Tzar himself attacks the Cold One Knights, bear and dragon-kin doing battle with fang and claw as the Kislevites skewer the knights with their two-handed swords.
The Kreml axemen charge the druchii corsairs opposite them with great vigour, soon routing them completely.
A brutal push of pike now occurs in the middle of the field but the potatoes gain the upper hand.
The Griffons charge the flank of the corsairs, killing even more of them. Soon they will be unable to cope with the pressure and will break hard.
The Assasins are also caught in the open by the hussars and begin to die as well.
But the infantry battle enters a critical stage as the Black Guard are brought forth, intent on intimidating the Kislevites into a panic-stricken rout.
BUT POTATO DOES NOT ROUT. IT STANDS AND FIGHTS UNTIL ALL THE ENEMIES OF THE MOTHERLAND ARE DEAD.
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In a desperate attempt to rally his men, the dark elf general commits himself into a rash charge against the wall of halberds in front of him.
And is soon brought down by a common potato spearman.
Now triumph is within our reach.
The hussars, who have suffered grevious losses, prepare themselves for one final, decisive charge.
Soon the enemy is routed completely.
Entire contigents of dark elven warriors rout at the approaching sight of kislevite pikemen or the charging hussars.
The field is ours.
But it does not end here. The hussars and chekists hunt the fleeing foe down, slaughtering all and wreaking a terrible vengeance for all their comrades lost by the foul sorcery of the Faggots.
Victory is won at a heavy price, but is nonetheless glorious for all the might of the enemy, whose elite warriors and sorcery was brought low by the courage and sacrifise of the brave Sons of Potato.
A testament to the cowardice of the Faggots, we have caught many prisoners, many knights as well as a temple executioner. They are all executed.
The Tzar is now considered a great general for his glorious victory and leads his men back to Erengrad, to reinforce and resupply his depleted regiments.
While Pechenko and his Chekists ride back to Kislev.