It was almost impossible, I was sure, for them to know where they were going – even the best NVG systems aren’t that good – and then I realised that they didn’t care. “Single shots only try not to miss.” I paused, watching as the enemy came closer, a swarm of hest signatures that were blending into one great mass. “Section One and Two, open fire on my command,” I ordered. I keyed my radio, biting down the grin that was trying to plaster itself across my features. Ironically, the heat from the torches was confusing the goggles, although we were able to tune that out and react. It was easy to see, through the goggles, that there was a certain method in their madness after all the Warriors who were carrying burning torches – and were thus visible even in the darkness – were not leading a platoon of assaulting Warriors, but were running on their own. They were much warmer than the surrounding air and their vehicles were warming still, marking easy targets for our sharpshooters. In the night-vision goggles, they showed up clearly against the cooling landscape. In the night time, the Warriors were almost invisible. I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do because I notice it always coincides with their own desires.
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