The Orange Plague [Eastern Defense vs EIS] Dec 20, 2016 9:47:04 GMT -6
Post by Oya on Dec 20, 2016 9:47:04 GMT -6
"So, lets see what these savages are made of", spoke Oya as his horse trotted across the grassland. Behind him was his entire force of pirate mercenaries. On his right flank was the volunteer forces for Eturia herself. The Knights and priest who decided they wanted to tag along with the mercenary army. On his left flank was the bulk of the mercenary force, those who joined up for coin. Guarding his rear was his cavalry. In between the three forces were caravans of supplies, shovels, wooden beams, and of course fire bombs. Oya was now on the war path and his goal was none other than the heart of Sacae itself, Bulgar.
A Few Days Before
"Alright listen up", spoke Oya as he sat around a round table filled with his most trusted commanders and loyal soldiers. The warrior had called a meeting to discus there current situation. Things were starting to take a turn for the worse now that they had lost the element of surprise. The saceans were starting to counter attack. If they remained idle they would be caught in a inescapable web. There forces were foreign to the land, which meant that they were at a disadvantage when it came to time. The longer they tried to hold up the more supplies they would have to use. The more supplies they used the weaker there force became. They would have to either live off the land or send soldiers back to the Holy Nation for more. Either of those two options would spell doom for there force. The saceans knew the land better and would pick there soldiers off one by one while they were attempting to forge for food. Running such a long supply line back to the holy land was unwise. The enemy could ambush there supplies and leave there force in a state of panic. Oya had already been doing both, but at a very minor scale. As I stated before, the sacens were starting to get organized.
"At the rate things are going in this war we are going to lose", spoke Oya. The commander had decided to be blunt with them. Whispers and comments filled the room, but oya silenced them with the raising of his hand. "At the rate of loss and drain on our supplies the saceans would over take us in less than a years time. That however is unacceptable. We need to gain the advantage and deliver a crippling blow to there forces."
"Then what do you suggest then", spoke Charlemagne. Charlemagne was never one to beat around the bush. He was blunt, straight forward, that was why Oya liked him so much. He never had to worry about ulterior motives with that one.
"I suggest a force march and a siege of Bulgar", spoke Oya. His words shattered the quite around the table and forced everyone to speak up.
"Hold on a second", spoke one commander. "Remember the last time you seiged ..."
"I", shouted oya dominating the voices in the room. "I did not siege the city of Heroes. Hargus did. That lump of reanimated flesh was as dumb as a rock. We had every advantage in that fight, but the fool sent his men into a charge toward the walls and as a result our force was devastated."
"Well then, what would you do differently then", spoke another leader.
"Simple, i would have starved them out."
"So are we going to starve Bulgar", spoke Charlemagne. "With the flaw in out own supplies looming over us that method might not be a effective stratagem."
"Of course",spoke Oya. "Trying to starve out Bulgar is as good of a idea as trying to fight Kenshin with a wooden stick. No I have not plans to starve out Bulgar, nor do I plan to actually siege the city."
"Wait what", spoke one man. "Then what ..."
"We are going to draw out the enemy", spoke Oya. "The saceans have won all there battles in sieges and in gorilla tactics. So we are going to change the battlefield. Our forces are trained to fight in close quarters. The saceans are trained to fight in a more open and free environment. We are going to take that knowledge and use it to our advantage. We shall use a potential invasion of Bulgar to draw them out and lure them to our battlefield. There we shall defeat them on our terms instead of theirs."
"Commander", shouted a voice as a rider rushed up to Oya. "The site is up ahead", he spoke. A wolfish grin crossed Oya's face as a series of man made hills came into view. Before Oya sent his forces into a force march he had sent a hundred men ahead. With purpose and determination they had spent the last ten days digging out a series of complicated trench work. The dirt removed from the ground was used to make man made hills blocking the view of there work from prying eyes. It was Oya's perfect battlefield. One where he figured he could force the saceans to fight as he desired. However the maze of trenches would only work if his enemy took the bait.
"How far is Bulgar", spoke Oya.
"A full days march by foot, a quarter by horse back."
"Alright men get into position", shouted oya! The warrior placed on his generic looking white helmet and motioned to his followers to send forth the cavalry. It was time to set a trap.