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A host this great had not been summoned in centuries, since Bagrick's father's time. It had taken hours to cross the great bridge the Dwarfs called Cornerstone Bridge within the Commonwealth's lands. The throng of 30 thousand Dwarfs had just stepped into the Commonwealth proper, reforming its lines with practiced precision when their Gyrocopter scouts had just come back reporting of movement from up ahead. A vast army of Vermin approached, they said.
An hour later, Rangers returned from the front and reported that the army was at least half again their size. They gave what information they could on the forces formations, but they would meet on the field in an hour at the latest. Immediately the Dwarf King began to order his units to hasten their lines. He ordered for his army to set up on the lowland plain just before a small rise in ground to the north.
Their lines were two miles from the tree line. Dwarfs hastened to put their Cannons and Multi-shot Cannons upon the rise. Dwarf Great Beards and Honor Guard stood just below the rise, as well as behind and around the artillery to protect their guns. RifleDwarfs stood at the front of the army, trained to fire two volleys before they would give way for their melee fighters to take over. A formation of Anvil Guards stood at the center of the line, and two more stood at the flanks. Across the line, Dwarf warriors lined up and roared for the Vermin to dare attack them. Behind them, crossbowmen and Catapults were loaded and ready, as well as Hammergun infantry. Berserkers bristled and growled, ready to charge with abandon. Fire Dwarf throwers were set in reserve for now.
The Rangers still within the forest began their retreat across the open ground, having harried the Vermin in the forest. Their short legs pumping, they ran as fast as they could to get to their lines. Upon the flank of the rise, the 500 Dwarfs mounted as Heavy Cavalry awaited an order to relieve their Rangers if they were too closely pursued.
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The Dwarfs opened fire with their artillery, aiming their Cannons at the huge Beastman that had defiled one of their own guns with its foul fingered touch. Grimbold had ordered that Beastman dead first, aiming half of the artillery at it alone while spreading the fire of the rest among the Beastman host now approaching. The Ironguard stood at the flanks of the front line, whereas the Anvil Guard stood at the center. A thousand heavily armored and stalwart Dwarfs awaited for the Beastman to crash into them. Behind them, they were flanked by Greatbeards, the two thousand warriors surrounding their flanks all around.
Berserkers, Riflemen, and Crossbowmen attacked as the horde advanced. The Berserkers broke through the Dwarf front lines and waded into the enemy army, hacking and slashing with no sense of self preservation. There was no way most of them would live, and if any did it would only be by sheer luck of being overlooked if the battle ended quickly, but they killed many themselves. Suddenly, grenades and alchemical fire tore over the ranks of Dwarfs in a quick volley to break up the charge that was coming, before it would then be decided in melee. Grimbold stood at the center of his Greatbeard warriors, ready to cleave through Beast flesh.
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