Olivier was prepared, when Drachma came to fight. Dracma lost fairly, quickly, but Dewei, still, managed to escape Fort Briggs's wrath.

"What was that?" Dewei rasped out to the leader of the Drachman troops.

"That was the power of Fort Briggs." He answered Dewei in a simple matter, as if it was to be expected.

"Why the hell wiuld you want to attack an enemy that strong?" Dewei exclaimed.

"To get the strongest out of the way, first." Stated the Drachman leader, as if it were obvious.

"We should take out the weakest links, first." Dewei suggested.

"Why would we do that?" Grumbled the Drachman leader.

"To win this war, obviously." Dewei grumbled back at him.

"How about Central?" Suggested a young Drachman soldier.

"We attack Central, come morning!" Announced the officer in control of the troops.

Dewei wondered, if Drachma was made up of idiots.

"How do we get there from here?" Dewei asked, knowing that they couldn't try to get past Fort Briggs, again.

"We go through Xing!" Was the immediate answer to Dewei's question.

Dewei sighed, staring at them with disbelief.

He, secretly, hoped that the Amestrian troops in Xing wouldn't attack them; he didn't like fighting.