Isekai Rohan
131
The Wild Highlands
Head Command
Sat upon the head seat of his war council. Crown prince Victor Del Lagos' hand was itching to draw his blade. Whilst Asai had successfully performed his duties and gained ground into enemy territory within the eastern front. The mid-front had been held back by the Elves. The western front was under the command of Walter who decided to come out of retirement. To fight for prince and kingdom.
Rather than pull his blade, he threw a chalice filled with wine at the man.
"You imbecile! I order you to conquer a little territory with 2,000 men and you come running back with your thumbs shoved up your asses!? How, Tell me how it's possible that the eastern front was able to gain ground with 100 knights, but you. You with 2,000 men failed to do so!?"
Naturally, the man was speechless. He had no way of knowing how Asai was luckily enough to pull off such a feat. Instead of answering, the man got down on both knees and begged.
"Have mercy your highness! Please, grant me another chance, a chance at redemption!" Victor scoffed upon hearing this. "Fucking typical trash." As much as he wanted to purge this failure of a nobleman. He didn't want him to die so soon! He was supposed to gain ground, and weaken the enemy forces first before dying.
"Get this man out of my sight!" The man was instantly dragged out. "You'll be positioned within the vanguard for the rest of this campaign for this setback. Tch"
Victor glanced back towards the map.
The eastern front, led by Count Asai Trichia currently had a force of approximately 2,200 Granted, their role in this war was to either ensure the supply lines were secured by protecting the flanks. Or, if they saw the chance, to invade and attack the enemies flanks instead. The territories they could attack weren't of importance. They weren't key targets for the campaign, thus the honour and prestige they could obtain wasn't as much as the western and middle.
The mid section, commanded by Victor had 2500 knights, 2500 trainees, 4000 foot soldiers and 10,000 Levies. Who were now reduced to 8,230. As many of them had managed to retreat.
The western front, commanded by Walter had 1500 knights, 1500 trainees, 2000 foot soldiers and 4000 Levies. Currently, they were locked in a stand still.
Duke Jeffrey who was in charge of defence, would continue to ensure the supply lines were protected with his 5000.
"Istvan."
"Yes, your highness."
"Go. Take charge, I want the mid front to advance as soon as possible."
"At your command." Istvan saluted, before heading out and barking orders out. He would instantly march within the hour.
"Marcus."
"Yes, your highness?"
"Send a messenger to the eastern front. They have two choices, either advance or begin the anvil and hammer tactic."
"It shall be done." The man nodded before quickly departing the tent.
"Count Asai Trichia, lets see what kind of magic trick you'll be pulling out of your arse this time."
...
Currently, The eastern front was furthest in, towards enemy territory. If they chose to continue on advancing, they would risk being cut off from reinforcement and friendlies. However, they might be seen as a threat and pull numbers away from the mid front to repel them.
If the eastern front chose to flank in early, then he would still be in the middle and deep end of enemy territory. And if the man perishes, then at least his forces will still weaken the enemy mid section enough for Victor's forces to break through, and begin their own rear operation.
kophzi
Also, to anyone wondering what I'm writing.
Head Command
Sat upon the head seat of his war council. Crown prince Victor Del Lagos' hand was itching to draw his blade. Whilst Asai had successfully performed his duties and gained ground into enemy territory within the eastern front. The mid-front had been held back by the Elves. The western front was under the command of Walter who decided to come out of retirement. To fight for prince and kingdom.
Rather than pull his blade, he threw a chalice filled with wine at the man.
"You imbecile! I order you to conquer a little territory with 2,000 men and you come running back with your thumbs shoved up your asses!? How, Tell me how it's possible that the eastern front was able to gain ground with 100 knights, but you. You with 2,000 men failed to do so!?"
Naturally, the man was speechless. He had no way of knowing how Asai was luckily enough to pull off such a feat. Instead of answering, the man got down on both knees and begged.
"Have mercy your highness! Please, grant me another chance, a chance at redemption!" Victor scoffed upon hearing this. "Fucking typical trash." As much as he wanted to purge this failure of a nobleman. He didn't want him to die so soon! He was supposed to gain ground, and weaken the enemy forces first before dying.
"Get this man out of my sight!" The man was instantly dragged out. "You'll be positioned within the vanguard for the rest of this campaign for this setback. Tch"
Victor glanced back towards the map.
The eastern front, led by Count Asai Trichia currently had a force of approximately 2,200 Granted, their role in this war was to either ensure the supply lines were secured by protecting the flanks. Or, if they saw the chance, to invade and attack the enemies flanks instead. The territories they could attack weren't of importance. They weren't key targets for the campaign, thus the honour and prestige they could obtain wasn't as much as the western and middle.
The mid section, commanded by Victor had 2500 knights, 2500 trainees, 4000 foot soldiers and 10,000 Levies. Who were now reduced to 8,230. As many of them had managed to retreat.
The western front, commanded by Walter had 1500 knights, 1500 trainees, 2000 foot soldiers and 4000 Levies. Currently, they were locked in a stand still.
Duke Jeffrey who was in charge of defence, would continue to ensure the supply lines were protected with his 5000.
"Istvan."
"Yes, your highness."
"Go. Take charge, I want the mid front to advance as soon as possible."
"At your command." Istvan saluted, before heading out and barking orders out. He would instantly march within the hour.
"Marcus."
"Yes, your highness?"
"Send a messenger to the eastern front. They have two choices, either advance or begin the anvil and hammer tactic."
"It shall be done." The man nodded before quickly departing the tent.
"Count Asai Trichia, lets see what kind of magic trick you'll be pulling out of your arse this time."
...
Currently, The eastern front was furthest in, towards enemy territory. If they chose to continue on advancing, they would risk being cut off from reinforcement and friendlies. However, they might be seen as a threat and pull numbers away from the mid front to repel them.
If the eastern front chose to flank in early, then he would still be in the middle and deep end of enemy territory. And if the man perishes, then at least his forces will still weaken the enemy mid section enough for Victor's forces to break through, and begin their own rear operation.
kophzi
Also, to anyone wondering what I'm writing.
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