The Warmongers — Randy J. Jondal

Escaping the clutches of the U.S. government, Major Mitchell Gunn's warplane again graced the skies of the alien planet, reuniting him with his fellow pilots and the beloved plains people, the H'dons, the black horde of Dagor. When, years before, Gunn first led his squadron of P-51 Mustang fighters into the Bermuda Triangle on a mission to search for the missing navy patrol, Flight 19, he could not have envisioned that their next landing strip would be found neither in Florida or anywhere upon the Earth for that matter. Rather, their wheels would touch down on a distant, alien world on the other side of an ancient portal, veiled within a great storm at sea. Thus transplanted he would never have fathomed that he would again share the battlefield with the hated Germans, themselves marooned as well on the hostile world where multitudes of humans are nothing more than the unwanted refuse of Earth, good for nothing but slavery--or food. That time the enemy was not the krauts, but the innumerable army of Kuda, the Wolf King. The combined military might of the two WW II factions was enough to overcome the minions of wolf soldiers then, freeing the human masses who had known nothing but centuries of slavery and terror. The human populace had increased and prospered during his absence, flourishing amidst the lack of war. They lived in peace and serenity. That prosperity will be shattered by a new and more deadly enemy, from across the Mountains of Sambor to the west, a warmongering race of giants that rule their part of the world with brutality and vicious cruelty. They have invaded the land of the humans, pillaged and enslaved the black horde, only to retreat to their massive realm known as Kutar'uum. There, the celebration and pomp began, culminating in the Feast of Spirits, an event of unspeakable revulsion. Their vast army would return to the east, for the humans are the bringers of gifts; the ancient weapons of the Omnipotents, and must be exterminated, thereby ful