"Sir the enemy has stopped their advance." a twenty-one year old Vimasdran Civil Militia reported to a higher ranking figure who sat comfortably at a table map inside a command tent.
"Looks like the Vestrisians have run into trouble." the figure boasted taking a drink from a goblet.
"Those Nazdar are with us. No Vestrisian shall take another step further!" a younger Civil Militia claimed showing pride in the claim.
"I was merely making a joke, Lieutenant Ardeev! For four years we have lost wave after wave. Only to see them push our forces and our allies to the south further westward. One third of Muskalla lies in their hands. Parts of Gontrella could very well be theirs for the taking. Yet I forget the very faction the Vullanese Empire, responsible for this war has lost half of her islands! Now tell me do you think we even have a cow's fart of a chance to push them back? With all their allies keeping the Nazdar and their Grevaskii occupied! Do any of you think it can be done?" Hollered the higher ranking figure. Dressed in traditional green uniform, cape, long black haired wig, and mustache, this Royal Commander of Civil Militias looked out of place.
"They were not moving as swiftly as we believed at first." Another Civil Militia admitted. He appeared gaunt in the face yet he was still put together in the modernized tan uniform issued over a decade ago.
"All they were doing was probing us, Bezavoor. In the first months they let us attack first while launching an full scale assault on the Vullanese, and the Gantronese. As for the others Gontrella was aiming at seizing the mountain communities along side Muskalla. That only encouraged them to intervene." A Captain explained while standing next to the Royal Commander.
"Captain Eenaz, the Blackmell mountains will be ours to share with Muskalla, and Gontrella. If we do this right that is." Royal Commander Ghiralli said in a peevish voice. He started to laugh until another Captain cut him off.
"Commander! You only have 308 Civil Militia left under your command!" This Captain said in a warning tone. All eyes in the command tent turned to look a Captain wearing what appeared to be a Grevaskii uniform of yellowish grass color.
"Who the Maggot's Arse are you?" Captain Eenaz demanded from the newly arrived Captain.
"Captain Vyskabb Gorvig of the Grevaskii frontier unit 887. I am representing Nazdar Colonel Kinotz who commands a regiment of 1,317. We bring reinforcements from Ossus, and other parts of Vimasdra." this clean shaven Captain introduced himself.
"What reinforcements has Kinotz brought us?" Ghiralli demanded.
"500 musketeer men, 220 local militia from nearby towns, 540 bowmen drafted from across the country have marched with us."
"(Scoffs) You mean bows and arrows alongside musket wielding buffoons are going to challenge that war machine? Those Vestrisians overran the Vullanese and will crush that force!" Ghiralli argued.
"To the south of your position you do have 463 Vimasdran Civil Militia who came out of goodwill. On the northern flank a large company of 447 fellow Vimasdran Militia, Musketeers, and soldiers hold the line." He stated to the Royal Commander.
"Yes, and there are 487 or so Vestrisians holding positions within artillery range of us. They have us outgunned." the young Civil Militia snapped Captain Gorvig knitting his brows at him.
"Yet you have support of indigenous groups like the Uxane and the Muskallan Raiders on our side." this Grevaskii said as if that would help the atmosphere.
"Only 129 Uxane have joined our fight. Most of them migrated out of here well before the fighting began. As for the Muskallans, many of them already joined, died, or surrendered. We have 602 of them along the front." one of Ghiralli's Commanding Officers said with a bitter taste in his mouth.
"Quit spewing out numbers and prepare to attack them!" Some different voice barked at them. Another Grevaskii burst into the command tent.
"More than one hundred thousand of those Vestrisians are dug in. How do you expect us to attack after losing countless lives? Are the Nazdar done playing their chess game with the Gantronese?" Ghilari slammed a fist on his table.
"Some 9000 militia volunteers are marching in behind us. More than one million volunteers are on their way." the Grevaskii boasted.
"You mean slaves." the young Civil Militia muttered to himself.
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