Ch 34: Not even a week

Day one:

"How did I not even know about this?" Marco looked at the mirror "Can I try it?"

"I don't see why not." Field Commander Murphy said "Try calling one of the other regiments."

"Mirror, call the 16th infantry."

Calling 16th infantry…

"Sir!" The image of a soldier saluted Marco in the mirror.

"This is great!"

Day two:

The mirror that Marco's force had was ringing for everyone. Everyone gathered around the mirror, and Marco had the privilege of being at the front.

"What is it, mirror?" Someone from the crowd yelled to the mirror.

"To All of Mewni and to whomever it may concern, the Alliance of the Star has agreed to support Miles in this war. Let it be known that Mewni is now at war with: Miles, The Monarchy of Flanders, The Monarchy of Haya, Vesta-corp, and the Powiz Union. You are outnumbered 5 to 1." The other side hung up.

The crowd went into a sort of murmured frenzy. Then some of them started looking at Marco. Then alot of them started looking at Marco. He didn't know what they wanted, until one of them spoke up.

"Are we gonna be ok sir?"

Marco looked at the soldiers. He never was good at public speaking, but now he needed to improvise.

"Look, I know it may not be the best of times. And, I know that it looks like we're fighting a losing battle. But tell me, how long has Mewni existed? How long has it stood? I'll tell you this, it has stood for a long time. And if it falls to some measly alliance, then that will be the day I charge into a hail of bullets."

A silence ensued. Then one asked Marco, "What are bullets?"

"None of your concern."

Day three:

"The deal went through?"

"Yes, Mewni is not indebted to Germany." FC Murphy was telling Marco about the happenings in Mewni.

"Good. I don't want people to be talking to them." Marco said with a distaste.

"Oh, and as a gift they sent us some armaments. Feldkanone Ninety Sixes, they called them. I have a picture actually." FC Murphy took out a picture from his back pocket and showed it to Marco.

It was an artillery piece on wheels, it was a bit shorter than the person in the picture who was pushing the wheels.

"Looks like it's from World war one. How many did they send?"

"About five thousand. We got a few ourselves that are being sent here. They even sent something called a Karabiner Ninety Eights, but there isn't any coming to us."

Day four:

When the Feldkanones arrived, Marco ordered the camp to move to the Flanders dimension. They did, and as the camp marched to a position atop a hill Marco took in the view.

All around them was a green field as far as the eye could see with the occasional flower. Marco got close enough to one of these flowers that he could identify it.

It was a poppy. He kept it.

Day five:

"Sir! There's something you should see!" A soldier stuck his head in Marco's tent.

"What is it?"

"It's the mirror! There's an emergency broadcast from Mewni! That only happens when something really bad happens!"

"Well alright, i'm coming." Marco followed the soldier to the mirror. As expected, there was a crowd around it. But Marco was let though and to the front.

"What is it, mirror?" Marco said.

The image of an injured soldier was on the mirror. Through clenched teeth, he spoke: "This is Royal guard John Greene, broadcasting from Mewni. We are under attack. I repeat, we are under attack. They came through portals and attacked us from the inside. Isin't that a fucking warcrime?" The room the soldier was in shook and rumbled "Goddamned explosions. They're burning the place to the ground! We need reinforcements." The broadcast repeated.

There was silence, everyone looked at eachother, then at Marco.

Wait, is Star safe? He thought.

"Men, what are we to do? What choice do we have? Are we to wait out here, and let your homeland burn?"

"No!" Someone from the crowd shouted.

"Exactly. Now, someone open up a portal to the castle. I will- WE will defend it." Marco regretted sending Star back now.