Shawn M. Tomlinson

Time Shawn M. Tomlinson

He tried not to think about it as a human being, but more as just a general. In the valley: 10 million soldiers, with more arriving regularly. The biggest army in history; weapons from all eras, swords, bows, cannon, Howitzers, tanks. The one break was the snow, not even that bad yet, preventen drones from flying. The bad weather was giving the enemy time to set up, dig in. Except for the vast numbers, though, Edjer's troops were at the disadvantage. Gen. Zerboli had the advantage. He was up in the mountains looking down at that valley. His weapons could burn the valley to ash; they were about to. His soldiers were relatively safe in their mountain fortresses. They'd have to go out, but millions would be dead before then. That was another thing. No touchy feely humanitarian measures in this war. The guns of the past, the ones that only knocked people out, warped their brains to make them pacifists, those guns were not deployed. This was life or death. Martin would have hated it, Jerry thought.