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I
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the three.
“Forward, the Dark Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the three.



II
“Forward, the Dark Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the three.



III
Mortar to right of them,
Mortar to left of them,
Mortar in front of them
Burrowed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the three.



IV
Flashed he then a launcher bare,
Krak! The missile turned in air
Exploding the lone moleman there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
All the earth beneath them broke;
Daring knight and mount
Reeled as the landscape choked
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode on, but not
Any longer three.



V
Mortar to right of them,
Mortar to left of them,
Mortar below them
Tunneled and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had rode so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Down into the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of three.



VI
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Dark Brigade,
Glorius three!



--------Epilogue--------

The molemen show no mercy towards any who dare invade their home world of Talpinus.
These moist, gentle garden furrows thirst for the blood of any who dare set foot upon them in anger.
JR's charge was stifled by the constant juggling effect the ground and subterranean bursts had.
I allowed the Chaos Knights to roll on the special equipment tables from the Imperial Guard section of the Compendium.

While they accrued a nice assortment of weapons and force fields, only one heavy weapon had range enough to return fire.
Algosith's Mole Patrol wasted no time in focusing his fire on this sole threat.
He lost only a single crewman in the battle. Mortimer the Mole was given a hero's burial.
Posthumously he was bestowed with the title of Mole Hero 1st Class and Mole Hero 2nd Class.

Various tweaks were made to the prices and availability of certain units after this.