Chapter 1868 - To Win a War - Part 8

"Hm…" Blackwell watched the display, with a growing sense of disconcertment. For the number of men that Tiberius had sent, the effort needed to repel them, even for their advantageous position on the hill, was far exceeding what it normally ought to have been. Once more, it did seem that expensive plate armour that was to blame for that. And yet, what followed along with the plate armour, that strange will of the men, in pushing themselves forward, straight into the heart of danger, that could not have been the simple advantage of superior equipment.