Rise of the Horde

Chapter 668 - 667

The Verakh report reached Khao’khen at the second hour after midnight, carried by a rider who had pushed his warg at the kind of sustained pace that the animal could maintain for hours but that left it blowing and trembling at the end of it.

Six thousand soldiers moving south from Snowe’s junction position. The direction confirmed at three separate observation points by three separate scouts, each report matching the others in the specific way that accurate intelligence matched when the observers were positioned to see the same movement from different angles.

Their pace was assessed as forced march, not standard advance, the kind of pace that commanders ordered when the time required to reach the objective was the critical variable rather than the condition in which the force arrived.

Their destination was calculable by any commander who looked at the map and identified the single geographic feature whose fortification changed the campaign irreversibly.

Khao’khen set the report on the map table and sat with the water clock that Sakh’arran kept for decisions requiring measured time rather than immediate reaction. He gave himself four minutes.

Then he called Arka’garr and Sakh’arran and Haguk and spoke with the precision of a commander whose thinking was complete and whose instructions needed only to be transferred.

The logic was clean in the way that urgent problems were clean when all the ambiguity had already been stripped away by the analysis that preceded the moment of decision. Thaddeus and six thousand soldiers were moving at forced march toward the corridor entrance.

The corridor entrance was approximately ninety miles from the Horde’s current position by the direct route. Sakh’arran’s calculation put Thaddeus at the entrance in thirty-six hours at forced march.

The Horde at forced march on the same direct route would reach it in approximately thirty-two. A four-hour margin that was reduced to zero the moment the time required to disengage from the current position was added to the calculation, and disengagement from a prepared defensive position against a northern force of nine thousand soldiers that would detect and pursue the departure added a minimum of six hours to the timeline.

The direct route was not fast enough.

"The Verakh network has three routes mapped," Sakh’arran said, producing the relevant section of the operational map with the efficiency of a man who had been studying this question since the previous evening’s intelligence update suggested it might become relevant.

"The direct route is the longest we can safely use with the full force and the supply wagons. The central route saves eight miles but passes through the town of Millhaven, which Snowe’s remaining nine thousand soldiers are positioned to reach before us if they move the moment we move. The corridor would be sealed from two directions before we completed the passage."

"And the third route?"

Sakh’arran’s expression carried the quality of a man presenting an option that he had spent the preceding hours attempting to find a reason to discard and had failed.

"The Dry Pass. Fifteen miles shorter than the direct route. The gradient reaches a ratio that makes wheeled vehicles impossible to move through it. Warriors on foot can traverse it if they are prepared for the physical demands. The Rhakaddons cannot. The catapults cannot. Everything that requires wheels or that is too heavy for a warrior to carry on his back must remain behind."

"What arrives at the corridor with us?"

"Eight thousand four hundred infantry. Their personal weapons and armor. What they can carry in addition to those. Roarer ammunition for two sustained engagements if the loads are distributed evenly across the formation. Fire sphere inventory at slightly better than half current levels, because the spheres are lighter per unit of capability than the Roarer loads and more can be carried per warrior."

"The Rhakaddons and the catapults and the supply wagons stay."

"Yes."

"Under whose command?"

Khao’khen did not pause. "Trot’thar. Three warbands to hold the position against whatever Snowe sends from the north. The War Chief demonstrated at the barony that he understands independent command. He demonstrates it again here, in a harder situation, against a larger force."

Arka’garr spoke with the directness that the warband master always applied to assessments he had reached through clear-eyed calculation rather than preference. "Trot’thar holds three warbands against nine thousand. The heavy equipment gives him capability he would not have with infantry alone, but nine thousand soldiers against fifteen hundred is outside the range where capability substitutes for numbers if Snowe commits to the assault rather than the siege."

"Snowe will not assault a prepared position with heavy equipment in it when the corridor is his objective and the corridor is what his six thousand are racing to reach. He contains Trot’thar and focuses on the corridor. Trot’thar’s mission is to make that containment expensive enough in time and attention that Snowe cannot redirect significant forces south before we are established at the entrance."

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Trot’thar received his orders in the quiet, specific way that the War Chief received everything: listening completely, asking the one clarifying question that confirmed the critical element, and then converting the instruction into preparation with no visible interval between understanding and action.

The clarifying question was: "How long do I hold?"

"Three days. Possibly four. When we break through at the corridor entrance and Thaddeus withdraws, the strategic logic of maintaining a large force against your position disappears. Snowe’s nine thousand will move south to support Thaddeus rather than continue the siege that has lost its purpose."

"And if the corridor is not cleared in four days?"

The question carried no judgment. It was the question of a professional establishing the full scope of his assignment.

"Then we discuss what comes next from whatever position we occupy," Khao’khen said. "But the corridor will be cleared. Thaddeus has had thirty-six hours to build. We will arrive with eight thousand warriors who crossed the highlands on foot, which means we arrive already tested by the pass and arrive anyway, and that is its own kind of statement about what the Horde does when it needs to be somewhere."

He gripped the War Chief’s forearm in the Horde’s farewell.

"The line holds, Trot’thar."

"The line holds," Trot’thar confirmed, and the phrase carried the same weight it always carried when the thing being held was exactly as difficult as stated.

The main force departed before dawn, eight thousand four hundred warriors moving south toward the Dry Pass in the compressed column that the track required, carrying everything they could and leaving behind everything they could not, the supply wagons and the Rhakaddons and the catapults and the three warbands whose job was to ensure that the choice to leave them behind did not become the campaign’s final miscalculation.