Chapter 31: war plan

Why did that make his spine crawl?

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          Aislings POV

          The thing about the people of this world is that they are very eager for war. At least some politicians are at least. Though I can’t imagine that expands to the people all that much. One thing is for certain, my sister is here. Her name and age match up. But first before I can celebrate, we need to stop this war.

          I don’t think I made myself clear with the whole Francian military thing. The tier of military equipment, if put on a graph like with tierzoo would be something like this:

          A: modern military (modern in her world would be like the experimental stuff we have in the US military)

          B: WW2 military

          C: This worlds Francian military

          D: Napoleons army

          E: this worlds English army

          So, I think I made myself clear with this. We are fucked if they get any further along. But if we stretch the logistics thin then we have a chance to win.

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          That’s the game plan I, Emner, and Gorn came up with. After we all introduced ourselves, I left the room and the next day after I had been shown to my room, which was very nice by the way, we came up with this.

          The game plan we cooked up was planned in the ready room where logistics were talked through. Fancy man sat in a corner and Gorn who was in the hands of Ornsin was standing over the table that held the map of Francia. This map had been put here by the Francian nobility, and it was kept here. Fancy man didn’t talk much but when he did it blew my mind out of the water.

          He had so much knowledge in that cranium of his.

          The reason we were here was the fact that in the morning a messenger had come in and given Gorn new orders. Back up the 3^rd army as they marched onto Nantes (I think that’s how you spell it? Forgive me, I’m American.)

The boats they had access to were like boarding craft. Then why you may ask are we talking over the table of battle? That is the name I gave the table. As you may not know the land in this world is much different to the land of my world. There was an island chain off the coast of France. We were on one of those islands.

After a mass eruption they had appeared 60 years ago. The smoke it gave off shrouded northern France in an everlasting night. This was still going on.

It was one of the reasons they were going to war against England other than the whole “kill all beastkin” thing. The whole Island chain looked like if the Greek island and Philippines had a love child that was put up for adoption in a cardboard box.

It looked horrid. There were 3 main islands, and we weren’t on any of them. All 3 were controlled by France.

The way to Nantes was either through landing on the mainland and marching there, piloting our boats into a minefield of islands which could be hiding fleets or what have you.

Then there was my idea.

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