Rivalry In The Military

I enlisted as a scout of The Great Drasaeniel Kingdom while we are at war with the Wothage Kingdom and my scouting platoon of soldiers is currently deployed in the west field while we watch quietly from a nearby forest. The ground trembles as an army of approximately 70,000 strides forward. A constant drumming of synchronized steps, there's no need for a scout to state the obvious: there's reinforcements marching forward from behind. Up close, it's the squeaking of leather and jingling of chainmail which overpowers all other sounds. The creaking of wood and metal of the siege engines can be heard by a our right flank only faintly and the growls of the war hounds are all but drowned out completely.

Not a word is spoken among the soldiers, some are simply too exhausted from the long march, others are still focused on the inevitable battle. The entire army is as one, a well oiled machine ready to take on and defeat their enemy. The front is lead by eager charge units armed with huge maces and axes.
They are followed by foot soldiers armed with spears and large shields, who in turn are followed by elite foot soldiers armed with pikes.
The ranks are filled with many other regiments, including mercenaries and allied soldiers, including artillery units, units of war animals, stealth units and several bomb units. The Drasaeniel and Wothage armies fight each other due to a difference in beliefs, but with no side on the winning hand, this battle could go on for a long time. The wounded of one side are spread around the Battlefield and the faces of the fighters are hopeful with nervous, yet steady breathing and adrenaline rushing through their bodies, they push harder and harder on the enemy. With no way of knowing they're winning or losing the other side ferociously battles their enemies. Some have succumbed to panic and are bursting out in tears and screams, while others just wish all this was
over.

As I watch I hear a faint whistling and a thud next a sharp pain in my chest and I screamed out in pain alerting my squad members. Before they knew it they were struck down by more arrows. As I laid back listening to to the sounds of the enemy engaging my platoon I fell the blood. It is so warm, it's warm and it tickles as it makes its way down my body into small rivers of crimson red. What an odd sensation, I'm dying, but it feels warm and ticklish. I am down on my knees, soon I will probably be down on my back. I need to stand up, but I can't. My legs, they won't move. My body, it won't move. No. No! I cannot die. I will not die. I will find a way out of this mess, I will survive. There's no way I'm going out like this, just a little arrow this is pathetic. All I need's a little strength and to find help, that's not too hard.

As I stumbled along for hours looking for help and trying to stifle my bleeding, with a dirty spare cloth, I headed towards the general direction of base camp. I was taking too long to get there I must have passed the camp thought. While I shambled on to what I thought was a base camp, my vision started to blur, but I could not stop moving forward. I have to keep going. I saw faint light in the distance. When I finally broke the tree line and I couldn't hold out any longer I collapsed from exhaustion and the last thing I could distinguish was bright torch lights and what seemed to be voices shouting in an unknown speech. The last words I heard were “Over here we have another one injured!”.

When I woke up in what I thought was base camp I was surprised. I saw cobblestone walls and not the walls of a medic tent. Instinctively, I checked my surroundings. I was enclosed in a small room with a thick wooden door and a high window. The room was furnished with just a table, chair and a bed. As my eyes darted back and forth across the room, I spotted a tray on the table with a bowl steaming liquid and a crust of bread. As if my stomach had eyes of its own it started to rumble with hunger when I looked at it. Before setting up I scanned the room one more time looking for anything suspicious.

With my search complete and no results I slipped out of the straw filled bed and looked down too see my armor had been stripped off. I still didn’t know where I was and I couldn't be in a Wothagian prison they would have killed me on site. Besides what prison would patch me up, give me food and a straw bed? I made my way over to the table. While I approached the table I saw some type of stew on the tray next to the bread scrap I saw earlier.