0300am -Thursday morning. The message was one of anxiety from Commander Fahad Hasan of 3rd Army: “Heavy Artillery Group Rubel transferred to other emergency areas of the front. 3rd Army now reduced to only a 10:1 advantage in skill. Probability of winning reduced from 100% to 95%. Request emergency reinforcements.”

Conferring with Commander Ben Abrams, we resolved that the tides of war demanded not raw power, but cunning and strategy. And so it was that 4th Army answered the call, marshalling grizzled veteran Paddy Radcliffe to join Fahad and provide that tactical nous.
As it happened, 5th Army also found themselves bereft of their commander and deputy, placing additional strain as the experienced Mirza brothers were sent to shore up the line. And so it was that 4th Army found itself bereft of its experienced trio and prepared as best we could. The hour of reckoning approached, as a band of warriors from a distant land beyond the civilized M25 beckoned for a showdown. Whispers of the approaching adversary ignited a fire within our hearts. The battlefields trembled with anticipation, for the clash of titans was about to commence. And on this day, the scorecard became a testament to the unyielding spirit of the Roehampton warriors. Despite the initial setbacks, the 4th Army stood firm against the relentless onslaught, their fortitude and determination refusing to be shattered. Amidst the chaos, a hero emerged, Sameer, a beacon of inspiration and strength. But he was not alone in this valiant endeavor. Bilal and Harsh, steadfast allies, stood shoulder to shoulder, weathering the storm. Together, they formed a triumvirate of resilience, an unyielding force against the enemy's advances. Sameer’s audacious stroke play will be whispered for generations to come. The enemy trembled before his might, their resolve shaken to the core. As Roehampton reached a commendable total of 186 all out, the battle was far from over. And from the cauldron of determination, a band of brothers emerged, united in their purpose. "Today, we stand on the precipice of destiny. The enemy hammers at our gates, but within us lies an indomitable spirit. We shall make our stand as true warriors, unbowed and unconquered!" The battle reached its crescendo as the Roehampton 4th Army unleashed their fury upon the foe. Like twin titans, the opening bowlers strode forth with purpose and fury, their weapons of devastation held high. Neelakash, the harbinger of doom, unleashed a relentless barrage of precision and power, reducing the enemy to mere ashes with each thunderous delivery. And beside him, as leader of these worthy warriors, I resolved to match Neelakash and keep up as he ascended “beast mode”. The air crackled with anticipation as our mighty arms propelled the ball, each delivery a cataclysmic storm of raw power and unrivalled skill. The enemy, once defiant, crumbled under the weight of our assault, their wickets falling like leaves in a violent gale. From 12-9 to 26 all out, their resistance shattered in the face of our relentless onslaught. It was a display of unparalleled dominance, a symphony of destruction conducted by the mighty centurions of Roehampton. Victory was not just achieved, but imposed upon the hapless foe with ruthless efficiency. As the battle drew to its climactic conclusion, the citadel of Roehampton Playing Fields stood tall and triumphant, its walls adorned with the laurels of victory. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow upon the hallowed ground, immortalizing the scene in the hearts of the 4th Army.