Hell at Askøld.
A large map was placed on the ground before the officers of the IX. Pomeranisch Armeekorps. Before them was the mighty fortress of Askøld, and by the orders of Pomerlane, it had to fall.
Generalleutnant Otto von Lindenberg looked at his two comrades before opening up.
"Gentlemen, this is our situation." points at the map with his saber "We are placed on this side, north... east... the enemy is placed at Askøld. This will be one of the greatest massacres in our history. We will wear out the Scalies with cannonades... I don't just mean their trenches and fortifications... We will wear out also the Månemänner soldiers mentally. Meanwhile, our soldiers will dig tunnels under the Månemänner positions. After a few weeks, 30,000 soldiers will occupy the tunnels ready to attack." Looks over at General der Artillerie Ludwig-Pomu von Treschow "Treschow?"
"Howitzers!" says Treschow boldly. "12 and 24 pounder rifled field guns. They have a 5-Kilometer range and unprecidented precision. Cover your ears, Gentlemen. Just the noise they make is deadly." Pulls out his pocket watch "It is now 1615 hours... and we will begin by wearing out the Månemänner entrenchment."
"Meine Herren..." plugs his ears "Haubitzen!"
At once, 200 guns across a 3-kilometer front opened up on the fortifications with a tremendous roar. The Månemänner watched in amazement at the shells coming down on them before the horror of what they were experiencing befell them and they took cover. Hell was coming to Askøld as the fortifications buckled under the tremendous hail of shells...