Vusun, Varkour.
"It is unbelievable! We are not going to let strangers take Ginto!" General Beaumont shouted.
Everyone in the room agreed.
"We need the peninsula to defend Varkour from invaders. Why hasn't the commanders at Fort Dupont done anything?! they think they're on flippin' holiday, don't they?!" The general was in disbelief and covered his face with his hand. He muttered something under his breath.
"Well we must do something fast, before its too late." General Beaumont said as he took his hand off his face.
Everyone just stood there and listened. They were almost too scared to talk, because they knew what Beaumont could do when he is in a bad mood.
There was a sudden cough and a man stood forward. He was not afraid like the rest.
"My agents have informed me that the Mercantilist States are planning to expand to the rest of the peninsula." He said.
"How many troops have they got?" Beaumont spat.
"We are not sure at the moment, but the ground force is pinned back by the natives. However I do know that they are sending an additional two fleets to the area."
"Great, we strike them now. We will set up a border and send more troops." The General said.
"How many troops Sir?" a thin man in the corner said.
"Send 10,000 to Fort Dupont and send 20,000 to Fort Paix for back-up."
