18th January – 3900bc
It's a very cold morning. We stand outside of Paris, on a very large field, just in front of the hill I stood on 18 days ago. 40 men, all holding iron axes, stand in perfect formation. At the front of the formation, I stand, with the new military advisor, Franco. On the other side of me, stands Xi. Franco begins to shout orders, and I stand plainly next to him. All the warriors begin to walk forward, up the hill, in a synchronized fashion.
"This trip will take a while, sir, I hope you realize." He says, looking at me.
"Yes, I figured that. Now, Xi, do you remember where the encampment was?" I ask him, nicely.
"Yes, I do… vividly. After we get over this hill, there will be plane grasslands. Then, shortly after that, there will be a winding river. Then, after that river, there will be another river. After that river, is the so called "Death-Kill" Camp" He says, beginning to shake. "They are ruthless. They must be killed." Xi says, with determination.
"The river, how deep is it?" Franco asks, curiously.
"Oh, it's more of a stream really. But the first river is pretty deep. Almost as deep as the Poa River in Beijing" Xi says, smiling.
"Well, we could just chop down a few trees and create a bridge of sorts?" Franco asks.
"Or, our warriors could just swim…" I say, staring our warriors. Our warriors have daily swimming practises in the Loire Bay. "They're used to the weight of their axes, so it should be no problem." I say, with a tone of finality.
21st January – 3900bc
"So, that's the hard part done." Franco says, shaking his hair to get the water out. I issue the warriors an hour's break, to dry off and gain morale. We lost an awful lot of morale when we saw the camp.
The encampment has walls very similar to those of Paris', but Paris' walls do not have severed heads on them. Lots of smoke rises from the walled in camp. Franco had the smart idea to bring a few sticks and some cloth, and erected some shelter, which he calls a 'tent'. It's very handy.
Whilst Franco is discussing strategies with Xi (Franco knows that Xi has insider knowledge), I decided to set out for a stroll. I stroll into the neighbouring woods, and find a new animal. It has large 'antlers', and is very elegant. I approach the animal slowly, but it freaks and runs away. I decide to walk back to our camp now.
But the camp is no longer there. Everything has been packed up, and I can see the warriors crossing the stream. I run over there, enraged.
As I catch up with Franco, I yell "What the hell are you doing? You left without me!"
Franco stares at me. "Sir… we are undergoing a stealth plan, they do not know we are here. You may have just jeopardized this whole regiment!" he whispers.
I stare at him, embarrassed. "Sorry…" I mumble.
Many minutes pass of us all creeping past the large walls, and the group splits in 2. The plan is that 1 group will attack one side, and then the other group will flank them from behind. It's a good plan in my opinion.
The yells of battle can be heard from the other side of the camp, and Franco ushers in the other warriors. A full scale battle takes place, whilst Xi and I are stood on the edges. We make awkward small talk.
Many minutes pass, before blood stained warriors exit the camp.
"Our lord, the battle has been won! France is victorious!"