Battlegrounds: Left Mirabilis & Terras Unit sector of operations, Hill 253.5 A bitter wind swept the hillside, and the ground was slick with rain, the only sector in the entire battleground to be soaked in heaven’s grace instead of baking under the relentless sun. Mesmerizing the distant horizon that hid Kursk’s silhouette, the battered left wing of the Portuguese coalition could do nothing other than withstand the pressure exerted by the stillness that once more came after a failed Iberian assault. Though the latter provided a slight boost to their morale, there was no energy left to celebrate. All along the line, only the muffled sound of the many wounded still trapped in no man's land was heard, concealed in the sprays of fog and smoke alongside the comfort of the dead waiting f

