Ch 21: War is mainly just a lot of waiting around, not a lot of action.
"She appointed you?" Everyone around the table said in unison.
"Yeah?" Marco was intimidated by all the adults around the table. It made him feel like a toddler on the ISS. Just a kid in between the experts.
"Well, sit down and I'll give you an idea of the frontline." Marco's former mentor, Walter, stood up and guided Marco to a chair away from the table.
As Marco sat down he heard the main team around the table, which had a map on it, immediately erupt.
"WE ARE SENDING TOO MANY MEN TO DIE ON THE FRONTLINES! THE MERE LOGISTICS OF SENDING ALL THOSE BODIES BACK IS-"
"SO YOU WANT BODIES TO JUST ROT ON THE FRONT LINE YOU SICK FU-"
"BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP WE HAVE TO COME UP WITH A PLAN FOR BREAKING THROUGH THE ARDEI-"
"YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT BODIES? HALF OF ALL OUR SWORDS HAVE BEEN LOST IN BATTLE! OUR FACTORIES CANNOT KEEP U-"
At that point, it devolved into insults being thrown without any talk of military matters.
"That doesn't seem very… professional." Marco said.
Walter sighed "I tried to organize them, but they dismissed me as I'm old." Walter took a seat in front of Marco "Alright, listen to me closely."
"We've made much progress on a peninsula, but we are blocked from the rest of the dimension from a blockade. We tried to break through the line of fortresses, but so far we have had no luck. For about two weeks we tried but to no avail."
"Two weeks…" Marco whispered, "Have you intercepted any messages from them?"
"Yes, we've shot down a few carrier pigeons with our bows, but they seem unimportant. All of them at the table thinks it's some sort of code, but literally all of the messages are the same."
"What does the message read?"
"'The glory of a strong soldier, Resist and bite!'"