System in Assassin's Creed

Chapter 276: Chapter 275: The General and the Vanguard

---The Borderlands - Pennmere-Iroquois Front---

The war tent was a hive of controlled chaos. Maps covered the central table, weighed down by brass compasses and pewter mugs. Outside, the sounds of a mobilizing army... the clatter of armor, the shouting of sergeants, the neighing of horses... created a constant, low roar.

General Edmund Ashcombe stood at the head of the table. He was a man of middling height but commanding presence, with graying temples and eyes that had seen the worst of the New World and refused to blink. He wore the blue and gold uniform of the Pennmere Commonwealth, but unlike many of his peers, it was dusty and worn. He was a general who led from the saddle, not the rear.

”The Iroquois are not a monolith,” Edmund said, his voice cutting through the chatter of his colonels. He tapped a section of the map marked with red pins. ”They are a confederation. And right now, they are desperate. The plague has thinned their numbers, but it has also stripped them of caution. They fight like cornered wolves.”

He looked up, his gaze landing on the three figures standing near the tent entrance.

Reuben, Thulani, and Shakoka.

They stood apart from the regular officers, their attire a mix of colonial practicality and personalized combat gear. They radiated an aura of dangerous competence that made the seasoned soldiers give them a wide berth.

”Vanguard,” Edmund nodded respectfully. ”Thank you for joining us.”

”We go where the fight is, General,” Reuben replied, his voice calm. He crossed his arms, his eyes scanning the map.

”And where the people need protecting,” Thulani added, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder.

Edmund smiled tightly. He knew their reputation. Alaric’s elite. The ones who had sunk the British fleet without firing a cannon. To have them here was worth a thousand muskets.

”Shakoka,” Edmund turned to the third member. ”You know this land better than any scout I have. Tell us what we’re walking into.”

Shakoka stepped forward. He was native to these lands, though his allegiance was firmly with Pennmere and Alaric. He moved with the silent grace of a hunter.

He placed a finger on the map, tracing a winding river valley.

”The Haudenosaunee... the People of the Longhouse... use the terrain as a weapon,” Shakoka explained, his voice quiet but carrying clearly. ”Here, in the Shadow Valley. The canopy is thick. Musket lines will be useless. They will use the trees for cover and strike from above.”

He moved his finger to a rocky ridge.

”And here. The ’Weeping Stones’. It looks like high ground, but the rock is unstable. They will lure your heavy infantry up, then trigger rockslides. It is a favorite trap.”

The colonels murmured, scribbling notes furiously.

”Also,” Shakoka looked Edmund in the eye. ”Do not hunt at dawn. They expect the white man to attack at dawn. They wait in the mist. Attack at high noon, when the shadows are shortest and they cannot hide. Or attack at night, if your men have the stomach for it.”

Edmund absorbed the information, his mind already adjusting his battle plans. ”High noon it is. We use their expectation against them.”

He turned back to the map, his expression sharpening.

”Strategy,” Edmund announced. ”We will not meet them in a line battle. That plays to their mobility. We will use a Hammer and Anvil.”

He moved two wooden blocks on the map.

”Colonel Hayes, you take the main infantry force. March openly down the river road. Make noise. Be the bait.”

”Sir!”

”But you will not engage,” Edmund continued. ”You will fortify the bridgehead here. Force them to come to you. That is the Anvil.”

He looked at Reuben and Thulani.

”The Hammer... will be Vanguard.”

”You want us to flank them?” Reuben asked, studying the terrain.

”I want you to break them,” Edmund corrected. ”Take five hundred of my best rangers. Move through the ’Weeping Stones’... Shakoka will guide you past the traps. Come down behind their main force while they are focused on the bridge.”

Thulani frowned, looking at the map. ”General, there is a gap here. Between the river and the ridge. If they retreat through the swamp...”

”...they escape into the deep wilderness and regroup,” Edmund finished for him, looking impressed. ”You have a good eye, son.”

”We can plug it,” Thulani offered. ”Reuben takes the ridge. I take the swamp. It will split our force, but if we coordinate...”

”It risks isolation,” Edmund countered thoughtfully. ”But... if Shakoka can signal the timing...”

”I can,” Shakoka nodded. ”A hawk’s cry. Three times.”

Edmund grinned. It was a risky maneuver, splitting the flanking force, but it would turn a rout into a total encirclement. It showed a level of tactical flexibility most soldiers lacked.

”Done,” Edmund slammed his hand on the table. ”Thulani to the swamp. Reuben to the ridge. Shakoka guides. My men will hold the bridge until you strike.”

He looked around the tent, meeting the eyes of every officer.

”Gentlemen. We are not here to exterminate. We are here to pacify. The Iroquois are sick and desperate. We break their war bands, we capture their leaders, and we end this. Mercy to those who surrender. Steel to those who don’t.”

”Hoorah!” the officers shouted.

Reuben and Thulani exchanged a look. They liked this General. He was smart. He was humane. And he knew how to use a weapon properly.

”One more thing,” Edmund said, his voice dropping. He looked at the Vanguard trio. ”I’ve heard rumors. About... abilities. Things that go beyond normal soldiering.”

Reuben raised an eyebrow. ”Rumors are often exaggerated, General.”

”Perhaps,” Edmund’s eyes twinkled. ”But if you find yourself in a tight spot... feel free to exaggerate all you want. I prefer live heroes to dead martyrs.”

He straightened up, saluting them.

”Move out. For Pennmere.”

”For Pennmere,” they echoed.

As they exited the tent into the cool autumn air, Reuben checked his sword.

”He’s good,” Reuben muttered.

”He listens,” Thulani agreed, tightening his gauntlets. ”That’s rare.”

Shakoka looked toward the distant tree line, where the enemy waited. ”Let’s hope he’s right about the timing. The spirits of this land are restless.”

”Then let’s put them to rest,” Reuben said. ”Vanguard style.”

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