In the lardonian camp
''Jules! My god Jules there are almost half a million of them out there!'' shouted Emilien when he ran in the tent of the LCA's high command.
The lardonian general sat in his chair studying the map of the Privas-peninsula. ''i know.'' Answered Jules with a calm voice.
''but we are with 100.000 and ten times better equipped. We have trenches and machineguns. They have muskets and pitchforks.''
''still there are too damn many to hold out!'' replied the panicky Emilien.
Emilien was a 19 year old boy that has been in the service of the LCA for 10 years. His parents died in a darkelf raid on the main continent.
In that same battle he killed 20 dark elf soldiers with a kitchen knife out of rage for the death of his parents. Since then he was a wellknown and loyal officer in the colonies.
''i know how to crush them'' said the general with a smirk on his face. ''execute: la tempete national.'' Emilien looked shocked.
''sir, i am very sorry to say this but that order is inhumane. I will not send small children and seniors into battle. It will be a complete slaughter.''
EXACTLY! ''Jules shouted. ''it is a way to make them slaughter! To make them tired! To make the mensheviks unable to deal with our elite!''
Emilien was very angry but had to follow the orders. ''yes sir. But with pain in my heart.'' He said. ''boy, learn to control emotions.
Those will stand in your way of becoming the perfect soldier'' Jules replied.
Emilien turned and walked out of the tent to the post office to send the terrible order to Nouveau-Balmora.
If you read the story, feel free to comment! Me loves reviews :D. these stories are set in the fictional word niri. I will do a lore story later maybe. Just ask!