Snippet #1029130

At an overlook at Grall...
Captain Corsov, of the Begnion Army, stood overlooking the small border town of Grall. He removed his helm from his head, and turned back to face his platoon, roughly 50 soldiers. He spoke loudly to him. "Alright! You heard the General's orders! He want's this city as a lookout for the Crimean Army, should they choose to side with Daein! If you see any of Daein's soldiers, you are free to engage them! Check the town and it's perimeter! Anyone whom will not submit should be captured, so they can be questioned. If they refuse to come peacfully... kill them!" The red armored captain replaced his helm, and began their decent into Grall, a sole banner carrier blowing a horn as he lead the march. From a distance, they could be seen as a small wave rushing down into the town.

Yet once there, they found little resistance. In fact, only a few members of the town militia were willing to fight, and were quickly captured anyhow. With no casualties, the soldiers cheered as they had succeeded on their mission. They proceeded to check the surrounding areas of the town. It didn't take them long before they ran back to the town, after spotting the Greil Mercenaries' camp.

"Sir, there appears to be a camp on the outskirts of town. I'm not sure what faction they are, but they are very well armed. What should we do?" A soldier inquired.
"Treat them the way we did the town: If anyone wants to fight, let them. If they don't surrender then see if you capture them. But if all else fails, kill them. We can't take any chances. They might be anyone." Corsov responded.
"Yessir. I'll tell the rest of the men to be ready for combat." the soldier replied, giving a salute before walking off.

It wasn't long before the Begnion Soldiers, clad in red armor, approached the Mercenary camp, weapons ready to fight. The Begnion flag flew with the twenty man force, and would approach enter the bounds of the camp, looking for it's residents...