Frame sat at the table the officer's had been crowding around for the past few hour's, the battle would soon end, but Frame had nothing left in his Army....the rest were engaging the Turk's, and the other's were holding the West Village.

He sighed as he held his hand's to his head, he had to think of something.....anything!

Then it hit him, he looked over at the only unit's they had left.....His Guard. Though when Brandon approached him, he smiled as he saluted bringing him the report.

"Malcom, need's support to escape the enemy." Brandon said as he looked at Frame, who only shook his head in denial.

"No, he got himself in that situation he can get out, and beside's we don't have the troop's left anyway." Frame stated as he slowly stood up and walked up to the front of the table, while crossing his Arm's behind his back.

"Brandon, you write a letter to the Empire....that at five pm we broke Nathan's force's, go tell them that....we Won the War!, WE won the War!" Frame shouted as he patted the man's shoulder, who only saluted and ran off to get on his horse.

"The Village has fallen sir, we Can't hold them." One of the British officer's spoke as he, Nathan, and Jonas sat there on their horse's, with hope leaving them for good.

"It appear's Jonas, we are losing the battle......Give me night or give me Ibrahim." Nathan said as he looked up first at the sky, and the at the Grand Army who he knew were also in a very, very bad condition at the moment....

If only Ibrahim was here, and then they could finish this battle....and hopefully win the War after.

Nathan said as he got off his horse to go wash his face in the bowl of water that someone brought him, but when he did he washed almost the whole bowl on his face, only to wash off the blood and dust that was covering it.

He continued this repeaditly, he was determined to wash off his face and rinse himself of this horribleness, but when he looked up to see his Enemy they still had not moved, and their Artillery was lacking now....he wondered why in curiousity....why now?

Though for Frame he was still looking around at the Enemy before them, they were in as much worse condition as they.

He had no choice, the Guard was his only hope now as far as he was concern, but what to do....what to do.

Though when Malcom and Neon approached him they saluted, both tired and weary as they breathed heavily and rapidly.

"Send the Guard into combat." Frame said as they finished, but both stood their shocked and surprised....he had never used that word before, neither had he ever sent the Guard into combat beside's when they were in Russia.

"You're Guard, Frame, but their the only troop's we have." Neon responded first as he looked at Frame still in shock really, but when the man stood up and turned they knew he was going to yell.

"I Know!....I know." Frame stated sadly as the two saluted again, before they ran off to get their horse's and prepare the Guard for their attack.

Frame sighed as he saw the other's preparing the Guard for Combat, this would either be the Guard's last March....or their best Victory.

Although they were stronger now in force, most of the newer recruit's had little skill compared to the rest of the Guard who were long time member's of the unit.

He could only hope that they would fair as much as the other's would on the field, what choice did he have now anyway.

"General....we are ready." A lone officer approached him, but stopped as he straightened himself to salute.

"Best to get underway then....Aye?" Frame stated as he watched the officer salute one final time before running away to join the other's, the Guard were ready....yet Frame was having his doubt's....he finally shook them off and thought to himself.

'Nathan's beaten, he's bleed to death, Now!...Now! move the Guard forward and finally on to Cairo.' Frame thought to himself as he stared at the now and almost beaten British Army, one push and they were defeated....his most glorious victory he thought....Yes.

His, Victory.

********

Nathan was still in the middle of washing his face when he heard it, the triple beat of drum's and the flute's playing. The Guard was now being sent forward, and leading them was no other than Frame, and his companion's.

The Guard were terrifying at best, their number's were massive, not to mention their men were ordered to spread their column into a long line side by side, two line's behind the other.

Frame however thought this to be his greatest moment as he rode his horse, infront of everyone behind him, however when he looked back he noticed Malcom who had joined them surprisingly, but his uniform was covered in dust, and sand the blue color on it fading.

"Frame, if you go any farther you will be killed." Brandon said as he and Neon both rode infront of Frame and his horse in a way to stop him.

"Where else should a General die, but on the field?" Frame asked as the other's joined their pursuit in getting him to turn back, but by doing it in a way that had him boxed in.

"Please Frame, you must go back." Malcom said next, but finally Frame stubbornly agreed as the Guard allowed them a passage way through.

Their music only got higher and higher as the Guard marched through the Battlefield, But Frame couldn't help but to watch as the Guard marched proudly and without fear toward's their enemies a moment he would love to be with them.

Nathan finished finally as he looked at the approaching enemy in full force, he had to make a decision now or never.

"I'm abandoning my position on the left." Nathan said as he desperately looked at the approaching mass of Soldier's coming toward's them.

"Sir???" Jonas asked as he looked truly confused, but even more scared at the mass approaching them.

"I want what remains' of us here! Here!!" Nathan pointed his hand down to the ground to make his point across as he continued to wash his face still.

"Here, Every brigade, every battalion here!!!" He shouted the word's again as several officer's ran away to give said order's out to the left flank.

"Put every gun to them Sir....Every gun." Nathan said as he patted Jonas's shoulder, who only nodded and gave him a salute before he left.

"The Men are down to five mag's of ammo left, Nathan." An officer spoke to Nathan telling him about the condition the men were in, but soon told him they would stand when the General gave him a worried look.

"If Sultan Ibrahim doesn't come through now....they will break every bone in my body." Nathan said jokingly as he walked away from the officer, but only to get his belt and equipment on again.

"Good Bean's, Nathan." The officer stated as he pointed toward's him and then gave him a thumb's up.

"If there is anything in the world, which I know positively nothing.....It's agriculture." Nathan said jokingly again, yet his focus went from the Officer soon after as his heart was felt with fear as he watched the Guard approach.

The Music continued to play, going higher and higher by the minute, not even the Artillery and Tank's were stopping them....Every last gun was trained on them, and yet they lived up to their role....The Unit that would never break.

They continued to march toward the British Army, their step's and speed getting farther and faster by the second as they continued on their greatest Victory....or Defeat.

********

Though when Frame and the other's were safely away from the battle, they noticed the officer he had sent before with the force's that would delay the Turk's had come back to them. His face was bloody, a large bandage was covering the top of his head going around it, and as for his clothes it was ripped, torn, and dirty and also covered in blood.

"General, the Turk's are in the plain's!! Ibrahim is in the Plain's!!!" He screamed out as they all looked shocked, many of them scared above all else....all except Frame who merely looked out toward's the Guard and the British.

"I made one mistake in my life....I should have burned Ankara." He blinked once as doubt and irony hit him very hard, harder than it had ever hit him before.

"No Pity, No prisoner's, I'll shoot any man I see who has pity in him." Ibrahim stated as he took off his hat and waved his forward.

"Forward!!" Ibrahim screamed out as he and along with the Cavalry in his army moved forward ahead of the Infantry, who by this time were marching side by side, platoon's, Battalion's, everyone in their army marching alongside each other.

The Guard were getting closer and closer by the minute as the first line had fixed their bayonet's and were ready for battle, though one of the Officer's and several noticed something to their right and instantly regretted marching forward.

The Turkish Cavalry was charging in full force now, every man on their horse was charging alongside Ibrahim who merely took out his sword and pointed it forward at the closing Enemy.

Nathan noticed however and smiled widely before he raised his hand and screamed out his next order's.

"Now!!! Now you're time!!" As soon as his order's were heard, several companies in the British Army raised from the ground and fired, the back line firing first, the fourth after, the third, and then so forth.

The Guard did expect it at all, and in the first few volley's many of it's soldier's in the front line had been killed by, Tank Fire, Machine gun fire, and the Volley's from the Companies.

Though the line's behind the men getting killed, had no idea what was happening and continued to push forward, but the men who survived in the front line's looked back in horror as they saw several men pull back....something they had never done.

However, Malcom had fallen off his horse once more and landed on the desert ground soon after. His horse had been shot beneath him and left his struggling to get up after he was thrown off it.

"Ibrahim!!" A Guard shouted out amidst the confusion as several tried to hold back still, but an officer soon spoke up.

"No, It's Presley!" He said as more men were killed and soon more were starting to side step back still, but making sure they could fire at the British.

"No Sir, Look!" Another soldier shouted as many more men were being killed now, but when the officer's looked back many where falling back side stepping back down as they faced the British.

"Get back, All is lost, Run....Save You're selves!!!" Another Officer shouted as now the entire Guard did something they never did......They ran away.

"Why are you all standing there like frighten children??" Frame asked as he looked at everyone behind him in pure anger.

"What are you afraid of??" He asked as he walked in between all of them his hand's turning into fist's as he was about to pummel someone.

"Don't you understand, Nathan is beaten.....The Turk's are too late!!" He screamed out as he continued to stare each and every last one of them down.

"I've been In this position before at the Battle of the Coast, I lost the battle at four O'clock, but I won it back again at Seven!!!!!" He Screamed out again, but several of the men backed up in fear that even he could tell.

The Guard were still being assaulted as this all was going down, they looked in all direction's and a mass amount of confusion was in their rank's.

"Stand with me!!" Malcom shouted out to the Guard who were around him, those with him or those running he was determined for them to stand and fight.

"Are you the Guard?!!" He shouted out as he looked as the Turkish Cavalry had managed to make it with those were unfortunate enough not to escape, they engulfed them and left no-one alive.

As for the West Village and East, the British soldier's infiltrated them once again and soon their flags' were flying above the main building's once more.

"One more barrage and we have them beaten!!" Malcom continued to shout out as he turned and stared in horror as he watched the bravest and most Elite men in their Army and maybe the whole world, turn in confusion or run away.

"Don't you know me?? I am Malcom....Malcom, Marshal of the Grand Army!!" He shouted out as a lone officer clinged and held on to him.

"Sir, the Turk's are here!!" He shouted at Malcom while pointing, but when he pointed, Malcom looked and was still shocked as he watched the Turk's massing around those still near the British.

And then the unthinkable happened, and the worse news that ever hit Frame....hit him so hard then anything had ever hit him before.

"The Guard has Broken!!!" Frame turned and looked at the Guard in horror and fear rising through his body, for the first time he was scared. He lifted a hand up near his mouth as he continued to stare, but many of the Guard had managed to make it to them.

Nathan took this chance and took off his hat and waved it forward, and with the wave of his very hat, the Entire British Army marched forward and pursued the Guard alongside the Turk's.

They knew the Guard was the very heart and soul of their Army, if they would have ever broke the entire army would lose hope as well....and now they were.

"Damn me, Jonas if I've ever seen a thousand men run a race before." Nathan smiled widely still, but Jonas did the same as they sat on their horses next to each other.

"The whole army will advance!!" Nathan shouted out as he watched his happiness as the Guard and the 'Grand' Army crumbled into pieces.

"In which direction, You're Grace?" Jonas asked jokingly as his smile never left his face, but neither did it Nathan's as he looked over at Jonas before pointing.

"Why straight ahead to be sure." Nathan said jokingly as well, as they watched the Guard and their officer's fighting desperately to survive as they were forming a square.

That was until, Nathan heard a Artillery round and held his hand out, but before he knew it....the Round landed right infront of them....just inches from them, but when he lifted his hand down from covering his eye's and looking through the smoke, Jonas looked down and breathed heavily.

"By god sir....I've lost my Leg." Jonas spoke and yet kept looking at the battle far away, but Nathan looked at the man in horror as he stared down at his leg before looking back up.

"By god, Sir....so you have." He said in sadness and remorse, but shouted at the officer's who dared to approach them. Then Jonas breathed heavily and began to fall off his horse, his leg bleeding considerably and left him in deep pain, but when Nathan grabbed him and stopped him from falling he did what he could to spare him the suffering, he took out a knife and stabbed him....putting him out of his misery.

*******

Frame stood in the middle of the square and paced around in Horror as men screamed and shouted as they were either shot, stabbed, or blown to pieces as they continued to hold their positon.

One Soldier ran past Frame, and he stared at him truly horrified as the man's entire face was bloody, his hair was covered in blood, and his uniform was as well....at least until he collapsed and died.

"Frame....you must get out, We have to escape!!" Brandon shouted during the confusion as more and more men died around them, one by one.

"If I die, it will be here in the field, with my Men!" Frame shouted out at them as he kept moving around the square, trying to stay with the men he served with for so long.

"Please, Frame....We can't lose you....Frame the battle is lost!!" Brandon and everyone else shouted at him as it took all of them just to get a hold of him and then drag him away as he tried to get out of their grip.

"Where is Presley, Where is Presley?!!!!" Frame screamed out in anger as he was pulled out of the square and dragged away from the battle, and away from the men who would have died for him, them, and each other.

"Form, Square, Form Square!!" An Officer shouted out as, Artillery, Tank fire and Volley's came at the now withering Square of men who were desperately trying to fight their enemies off.

"We're doing, Murder you're grace." An officer said to Nathan as they watched as a large group of the Guard backed up after a Round hit directly infront of them.

"I hope to god, that he will forgive me for today." Nathan said as he finally gave the order for a cease fire, but soon after the Officer along with a large group of cavalry....rode up to the Guard, and were directly infront of them with one holding a white flag.

"Brave Soldier's, you have fought bravely in battle, but General Nathan invites you to save you're live's....do you agree to surrender??" The officer said, but every man in the Guard stared at them in hatred....Surrender? That was a insult to them....and it always would be.

"Merde!!" A lone soldier spoke the word in French as he clutched his wound on his left side, but when they all were left silent...the Cavalry moved away, but only to reveal the Artillery right behind them.

"Fire!!!" The order was given out and soon after the Artillery fired, Scream's and such were heard through the smoke....and when it was clear, no-one was left alive.

******

Nathan looked around at the battlefield afterword's as he rode on his horse, he stared at the massive amount of bodies' that littered the ground for what looked like a mile or more.

He rode his horse for an hour, looking at the dead British, and Troop's from the Grand Army....he then looked over at the west Village which had burned down in the attack....he sighed as he wiped his forehead wiping away the sweat.

It was by now, he wanted to honor both side's by having the men's bodies buried...this place....would not only be the place of the Great Pyramid's of Giza....it would be the massive Graveyard of the World's most Greatest battle....ever to come.

He could only hope however, he didn't want to fight Frame and his friend's....he really didn't, but now he wanted them to surrender and they would knowing they have no Army left...he thought about coming to Term's with him, one Honorable man to the other.

And still he could only hope.