The Battle of Cairo was still strong as ever, it had been over two hour's and the attack on the West Village was still strong, man after man poured over to attack the Village.

Though as for the Middle a strong force of Soldier's were slowly approaching the British's force's there, but Nathan had other idea's on how to hold them back.

"The Brigiade broke, flood the gap will you please." Nathan said to Hector as the other man only saluted as his response.

"Seth, move you're Bastard's into the gap." Hector ordered the officer next to him as he pointed to the gap ahead of him, but he looked over to Nathan who was ready to send out the heavy Cavalry...Already though?

"Don't worry yourself Hect, my Lad's will hold them, until you come." Seth stated in amusement as he didn't even need to turn around to know, Hector was rolling his eye's in disgust.

"Get, Forward Damn you're eye's." Hector stated harshly as he pointed forward for the man to get over with this already, they still had a battle to win.

"The Ninety-Second will advance, Present the Color's!" Seth shouted out as he rode away to join his now marching men into battle.

The Grand Armies Force's heading up the middle were massive if not in large scale, Drummer's lead the way, most not even above the age of sixteen....though they had willingly signed up, unlike other Imperial Armies who forced them to join.

However, Frame looked through his spyglass and sighed when he noticed the Ninety-Second Division of the British Army, Piper's and Drummer's lead the way for the smaller force.

"Does, Nathan have nothing to offer me, but these Amazon's?" Frame sighed as he stared at the two approaching masse's near each other, the Drummer's continued to lead the way, the first line with their Bayonet's drawn, and the rest following behind in line.

"Fire!!" A British Artillery Commander screamed out as he looked at the Nearby Artillery which had followed his order's, but when they heard the scream's of men, two being drummer's, the Grand Armies mass approaching the middle, charged.

As Hector and his men finally came down to engage them minutes later, the men's spirit's were strong, very strong as they continued to press forward either firing at the Enemy Troop's as they marched or were engaged in Melee combat.

"Form you Rascal's, you Thieves', you Beggar's!!" Hector shouted out to his men who seemed to be wavering as they continued down the hill, but by the time he finished a shot was heard, and soon a lone large dent was shown in his top hat, and blood came down from it....soon after Hector had fallen off his horse, Dead.

"Now, Men, Now!!" The Cavalry Commander, Alexander Smith screamed out to his men as they all prepared themselve's for a charge.

A Lone horn had signaled the start of their charge, and with it every single last British Cavalry in his command had their sword's, or Rifle's out ready to charge.

At first their horse's started at a slow pace, but in second's to minute's they were in full force charging for only one target....the Artillery of the Grand Army.

Every Commander, From both side's, even Frame and Nathan were watching this fateful charge by the British Cavalry.

"Those men on White Horse's, are terrifying." Frame said as Brandon stood next to him, both staring at the fast approaching amount of men and Horse's.

"They are the noblest Cavalry in Europe, but the worst lead." Brandon stated as they kept staring, but unaffected by these men charging....unlike other's they weren't intimidated or scared.

"That may be....That may be, but We'll match them with our Tank's." Frame stated as he turned around at the sound of a low horn, he grinned as he stared at the Group of Tank's pressing forward, slowly at best.

Nathan had noticed the Tank's as soon as they started moving, but when he looked at Jonas the other man knew exactly what to do.

"Sound the Recall!" He shouted to a man next to him, but when the man had started blowing the horn for several minute's it was clear the Cavalry could not hear them.

"Stop that useless, Noise!!" Nathan shouted at the man as he stared directly at him, but felt bad in a way.

"You'll hurt yourself." Nathan said as a way to be a cover up, but noticed the man hadn't mind....thank god for that.

By the time the Cavalry reached the Artillery it was too late, A Company or two were waiting behind them, and by the time the British could realize, the Tank's were there behind them as well.

Most of the British managed to escape, while also taking several of the Tank's with them, unfortunately Commander Alexander, was also among one of the dead....the British had just suffered a major loss.

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Presley and Gerard could heard the Sound's of the Artillery even from here, the constant sound's of battle were worrying at best, but they were confidant enough that their Friend's could win the battle at Cairo.

"By god, Sir the Artillery is calling us, March to the sound of the Gun's, our duty is-." Gerard started as he was interrupted by Presley, who at the moment was eating Fruit's and Candy from a basket he held.

"Do not presume to teach me, my duty Gerard...My order's from Frame were precise to keep my sword in Ibrahim's back." Presley stated as he chewed on the apple he had taken a bit from, but he knew Gerard would not give up.

"If you will not go, then allow me to go." Gerard stated as he looked at Presley, fire and hatred flailed in his eye's as he was about ready to just send all of their men to the battle.

"And Divide my force? The People would hang me, maybe they would be right...None the less we continue." Presley said in a way to finish the conversation, but on the other side of thing's Ibrahim was trying his best not to lose his men's spirit as they marched through the desert plains.

"We must regroup with, Nathan." Ibrahim stated as he rode his horse alongside one of the Officer's, but he knew the officer would not agree with him.

"But, Sir we don't even know where Nathan is..." The Officer responded, but when he looked at Ibrahim, the man held a hand out and looked around to the sound's they were hearing....Artillery fire.

"March to the sound of the Gun's!!" Ibrahim turned his horse around and soon followed his Army back to where they had come from....they knew where Nathan was now, in Cairo.

******

"Brandon!!" Frame shouted as he looked out at the left side of the battlefield, it had been well over two more hour's since the British Cavalry had failed to attack their Artillery, the West Village was holding, the East was buckling at best, and the Middle was still strong at best.

"What is that moving there?" Frame asked when Brandon and the other's that came over to him, all were looking through binocular's, spyglasses, and really anything to see the large mass approaching them.

"I see men marching in column's, at least five to six thousand." Brandon responded as they all stood there, a bit shocked....An Army...But who's?

"I see horse's now." Malcom said next as Frame took his spyglass out of his hand's to look at the Army up close.

"Horse's? But who's, Presley or the Turk's?" Frame said as he kept staring at the Army, but on the other side of the field, Nathan, Jonas, and two other officer's were also looking at the Army.

"It's what we feared sir, Presley has come across them." Jonas spoke as worry was heard in his tone, but Nathan refused to believe.

"Damn it, I don't think so...take a look again." Nathan said as they looked at the Army still, but Frame had the answer on the other side.

"The Turk's...." Frame stated blankly, but when he did Malcom rushed up, a lone spyglass in hand as he was trembling at this news.

"That's not nessceary, that's not nessceary, It's the Turk's, and from the look of it their on the Mourn do you, Understand?" Frame asked as he looked over to Malcom, who couldn't help but to slightly nod.

"Yes...." Malcom said as his heart skipped a beat, but nothing would matter if they didn't finish this battle soon.

"This Nathan fight's War in a new way, he fight's sitting on his Ass....Well we'll have to move him off it." Frame sighed as he walked back over to the table where the map's and book's were.

"The East Village, and the middle without those we will not win this battle....go on." Frame spoke directly to Neon who only an firmly saluted before running off, but Frame was worried slightly.....the Turk's were here and Presley....no where to be found.

Frame walked away from the table and was about to scream, but kept his anger to himself....at least to a minimum.

"Where is Presley?!, I Need those men, Why do I have to do everything myself?!" Frame stopped in his track's, a burning and painful feeling went through his stomach, one that made him almost collapse onto the desert ground.

"Frame!" Malcom and the other's rushed to pick him up and held him, but when they did they noticed the man was going to pass out soon.

"As you're doctor I advise you to come off the field for an hour, please General." One of the officer's spoke very worried about his General, but everyone got worried when he put a hand to his face and sighed heavily.

"It's just my stomach, I'm Alright, I'm Alright!" Frame said as he struggled to stand, but finally he did and held his arm's out in a manner meaning 'Get back or else', at least until one of the Officer's handed him his hat which he rested on his head.

"Brandon, Brandon!" Frame shouted as the man came up to his side, but knew he needed to help him walk now.

"Take me back to the Head Quarter's...Malcom you're in charge....keep the remains' of the Army here, and those already attacking to keep up their assault." Frame said as he along with Brandon walked back to the building they had stayed at before, but Malcom was shocked....he was in command now....and he wouldn't fail the man's wishes.

Though when Frame and Brandon entered, Frame had already clung to the side of his bed and lied down on it before speaking to Brandon who only listened to him.

"You know, After Boston....I said I would have....A one good year left, and now it's two year's and over a hundred battle's, Listening?" Frame asked as he prevented himself from closing his eye's, but every time he would speak he either sighed or was choking on each word he tried to speak.

"Every, Word." Brandon said as he sat down next to his Friend, but knew that he was in fact in deep pain....by god they all were really.

"After I'm dead and gone, what do you think the World will think of me?" Frame asked in full honesty and curiosity, he had never spoken about something like this, Brandon knew.

"They would say you extended the limit's of Glory, Honor, and Duty." Brandon spoke as he smiled a bit, but Frame returned the gesture as his eye's started to close a little.

"But is that what I leave my Daughter? The Limit's of Glory?" Frame asked as he finally closed his eye's and drifted to sleep.

*******

"He's concentrating his Cavalry, Most of them are just sitting, Smoke without fire....what is he at?" Nathan asked himself wondering what Frame was up to, but his answer was given when the last of the Cavalry the Grand Army had, joined up with their mass behind the Artillery.

And then the Artillery opened fire, once more causing men to be thrown through the air, and horse's killed, and some Tank's to explode on impact.

Nathan was very concerned about the Large mass of Cavalry behind their Artillery, but was more worried about the Artillery....the round's each one they shot killed or began to waver his men.

"A Hard pounding, Gentlemen!" Nathan said as he motioned Jonas to come up to him, which he did quickly however as to not be hit by the Artillery.

"Take yourself for a run, the Army will retire a hundred pace's." Nathan said as he watched more Artillery round's had made their mark near them.

"Yes Sir, The Army will retire one hundred Pace's!!" Jonas screamed out, and as soon as his word's were finished....the Entire army...other than the Defender's at the Village's retreated back to escape the Artillery fire.

Though when Malcom looked up from his horse, he was shocked as he saw what looked like to him that the British were retreating, and then he smiled and knew that if they were retreating, they must follow a old protocol, send all their Cavalry to chase after them.

"Nathan is retreating!! Nathan is Retreating!! Come on all of you follow me!!" Malcom screamed out to the mass around him, but when he heard the multiple horn's and the mass moving along with his horse is when he took his sword and pistol out.

"Sound the Advance!, Charge!!!" Malcom shouted out as he along with the mass of over twenty thousand charged toward's the 'Fleeing' British, their hoof's and such from far away would easily be mistaken for either a hurricane, a Train, or a tornado.

With Malcom and several other's leading the way, they pushed past the dead bodies' and men who were lying in the middle of the battlefield, their horse's not stopping once so ever.

"Fire!!" The British Artillery commander shouted out again, but when their Artillery fired...men were thrown from their horse's, horse's bent down or died underneath the men, or they either both died or the men fell off their horse's.

The Crew's knew they had no chance to stop the charging mass, but when the Cavalry got close enough they ran back to their army...who were using one of the most oldest strategies ever.

Square formation was being used now, their bayonet's were pointed out and their gun's aimed ready to shoot the coming Cavalry and mass.

"Fire at the Horse's!" The Officer's screamed at their men in the square formation, but soon every British Regiment in the Army followed the first few order's, what occurred after left Men being shot off their horse's, their horse's dying or most being impaled by Bayonet's.

The way the Square's worked was that the Regiment's would form a large square, the first line would kneel down and the second would stand, their bayonet's equipped and their gun's primed and ready.

The mass continued to pour even after the first had made it, more and more came to attack the British Army, most of their Horse's wouldn't even go near the Square's other's were impaled by their Bayonet's or shot to death.

Frame on the other hand had woken up so quickly he jumped out of bed and noticed the Charge even before they had made it to the Square's, he ran from the Building up to the other Officer's, anger was clear on his face.

"What's he doing there, what is Malcom doing there? What kind of man goes forward with the Cavalry without infantry support, What's the Matter with you?!!" Frame shouted at every last one of them, his anger was rolling off his face so much many of them wanted to just run away before he pummeled them to death.

Though for Malcom it wasn't good, he rode his horse dodging and praying he wouldn't get shot, but at some point's he passed Nathan and his men in their Square.

When he went to shoot him however, his horse was shot underneath him and he fell to the ground, dust and sand covered his uniform as he rushed to get another horse who's owner had just died.

He rode off soon after and joined two other's as they rode around trying their best to kill as many of the men as they could, but at the Same time friendly Artillery opened fire and killed either their men or the men in the formation.

When the Artillery fired the Square's the men had made soon became Death Field's, by being in Square formation they were exposed to the Artillery shell's, since they were so close to each other, this was more than a skirmish to the British....this was a killing field now.

The Battle or skirmish with the Cavalry continued for an hour before less than a thousand men rode away on their horse's.

This battle was getting worse and worse by the minute....a small portion of their Army was still trying to take the West Village, and the East had just fallen finally....now, with their Cavalry gone, and with their Tank's all but destroyed, the Grand Army and the British were now in a stalemate, their force's were destroyed....and soon the British would lose the battle.

All they could do now was one faithful move....hopefully.