Surrender
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In the Incredal Palace, distinguished families gathered to discuss the war between them and the United States of Harthom. The prominent figure to attend is Prince Timothy Bermund the second son of King Bermund. Due to his cunning intelligence among the King's children, he was appointed to lead this war for his place. The reason is that the king was suffering from diseases that even their royal doctor can't diagnose.
"Let's get to the main issue at hand. Why are our troops in Aesport were defeated one-sidedly? There are 50,000 troops stationed there to defend our southern border and yet they failed to mean that in any moments they will be knocking on our door."
Prince Timothy said. Irritated yet shock by the report.
"Your highness. We have never seen an enemy fight like that! They are using long-range magic to destroy our strategic location. And they are accurately hitting it without scouts! It seems like they are using some sort of magic that can see from the sky."
One of the nobles said. Timothy looked towards him and saw a blonde-hair guy, a handsome face with a masculine body. It was Lipas Pasicin. One of the prominent figures when it comes to trade and industry. He controls 60% of local trades ranging from clothes to food. He is one of the most important noble due to his family contribution.
"What kind of magic? Some sort of magic eye that the empire use? Listen Lipas only the Empire has those things that you described. They are expensive than the Empire will not bother using it on such a war that doesn't get them anything."
The prince responded to Lips.
"But how can you explain our strategic location being destroyed? Not to mention that they knew every move that we are going to take. Even though it was classified they were able to identify most of our military movement that night battle and surprises never worked against them. In my opinion, it seems that this battle is already over before it was even beginning.
Not to mention that according to one of my private scouts reported that 20,000 troops that General Louis send for the offensive were slaughtered that they didn't even put up a fight. Also, the town was is always exploding, they seem to be using some sort of magic that can use explosion magic at a huge number. Those were the reasons why our army was defeated. Lastly, the United States of Harthom has already captured the town and seems to be creating a base there. It just a matter of time before they launch their second attack"
"Lies!" King Timothy slammed the table screaming.
"Lips you're being deceitful better watch your words carefully next time! There's no such army that even an Empire can defeat an army sized troops within hours. Your report is just a compilation of speculation."
Lipas was surprised at the behavior of Timothy, he was offended.
"Prince Timothy you are being irrational about this matter. You're supposed to lead us to win this war and yet you are whining like a child that you can't even accept the fact that our army was defeated. We have reliable sources not just my private scouts but also the troops who were able to survive the onslaught of the Harthom. If you are acting this way, then how..."
Just as the argument between them is heating up they were interrupted with a bang on the door. They averted their eyes to the door and saw a silhouette of a man wearing a red knight armor with an insignia of the royal cross on its chest. His height was six feet and comprised of bulgy muscles complementing his masculine face. It was the first son of King Bermund. Gerald Bermund. Along with his knights, they stepped inside the meeting room.
"Gerald. What are you doing here? You are supposed to guard the Incredal port on the impending attack of the Harthom. You have no place here."
Timothy said bluntly towards Gerald but he's unfazed. Releasing his intimidation aura. His stepped permeated the room as he walked slowly towards Timothy.
"Little Brother. I don't think I can trust you the way you are handling this war. Your so-called plan made the Incredal military strength crumbled! Sending my fellow best friend Louis to die in the battle where we don't even know what kind of weapon they are using. You're a failure. Why does our father appoint you as the commander-in-chief where he can't listen to his subordinates? And then you are sending 1,000 warships against the Harthom navy?! You're not leading this country to victory. You're leading it to our doom."
"Oh, tell me, brother. You can? The reason why our father chose me because he knew that I am capable of. I am smarter than you and you and I both know that. There's no point in arguing what happened to the past..."
"Huh?! Little brother, may I say something? You're not leading, you are reacting. How did I say that? hmm maybe because when you lost the Aesport town you suddenly lost your cool. Hearing from Lipas who are reporting reliable information you responded blindly."
"You are f*****g s**t!"
"Oh, I forgot you are the reason why we're in this mess. Instead of keeping your pride and ego low you boldly allied this country to the Hermes without our approval and now we are paying for your mess."
"Why? Father gave me the liberty to decide so if you have a problem with that you take it up from him."
"Oh, I already did. And I told him everything about the action you made since the start of this war. This is funny to think that you'll be the shortest commander-in-chief in the history of the world."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Gerald took something from his bag. It was a scroll and he opened it to allow them to read it.
"This is the royal decree made by the king. Timothy, you are relieved of your duty and I will be the one to take your position as the commander-in-chief. Knights, you know what to do."
"Wa-wait! Don't take me! You are f*****g filthy mongrel! Let go of my hand!"
The knights take him away from the meeting room. Gerald took his seat and began continuing their interrupted discussion.
"So, we'll do this my way. General" Gerald called the general who was in the meeting room. "I want you to scramble our air force and distribute it evenly throughout the capital! I want them flying in 5 minutes! Also. I want all our troops to deploy in all parts of the capital as well. I want them ready for battle after they received the order!"
"Yes, sir!"
"We will not repeat his mistake. He was supposed to be cunning, not stupid. Why is he sending only 50,000 troops to the battlefield where we don't know our enemy's capabilities? He seems to be underestimating his enemy. The most efficient solution to the problem is to give our all."
Timothy was relieved from his duty and kept away from the palace. He was escorted to one of the horse-drawn carriages. He doesn't know where they'll take him. Inside the carriage question on his head started to pop up. Why is the king suddenly relieved him on this duty? The war just already started, and he was relieved only to serve hours?
"Maybe it’s my decision to allying ourselves to the Hermes. I didn't consult father about it so that may be the reason. And when he received the report where our troops were defeated, he got angry? Well, it’s not like I care now." Timothy muttered to himself.
30 minutes later. In the meeting hall of the Incredal Palace. They received a shocking report about the naval battle against Harthom.
"I-Impossible! 1,000 of our warships were defeated one-sidedly?"
The room fell silent when Gerald peruse its content. It was no joke they were defeated in the sea as well. Knowing that they knew they don't stand a chance against them.
"Your highness, the reports said that their ships are made from steel and can use explosive magic and can be fired at long distance in a form of a bright arrow. Also, the odd-looking flying steel dropping something on the ship that when they are in contact, they immediately exploded."
"Made out of steel you say? Our enemy is a peculiar one. HAHAHAHA" Gerald laughed wryly as the nobles and generals wore frustrated expression.
"It’s over! We can't win against them!" Gerald gave up.
A messenger opened the door loudly and immediately kneel towards them.
"Your highness! The Hermes was already defeated by the United States of Harthom!"
That report made the atmosphere feel silent even more. The looks on their faces show defeat.
"So even the Hermes huh? Then there's no point in spilling more blood. Order the commanding officer on the ground to retreat we are surrendering."
"Yes, sir! And you need to escape here as well. When they caught you in here who knows what will they do to the royal family? We will escort you, your highness. The carriages are already outside waiting for you."
"Okay, I understand!"
Gerald along with his trusted knights escorted him through the carriage waiting for him outside. Since it was an emergency, they are moving quickly by running. But in an instant, something happened.
*Boom
An explosion took off just as they were nearing the exit. They were so near but immediately fell on the floor due to some explosion. Gerald was knocked out, but his knights were shouting at him telling him to wake up. They patted him here and there. After what seems like an eternity for Gerald, he regained consciousness. His face was painted with dust.
"Thank god are you okay your highness?"
The knights asked him while trying to lift him. Gerald's vision was blurry and was unable to understand what was happened. After two minutes his vision returned only to see the castle crumbling and falling to its weight.
"Your highness it dangerous here! You need to leave!"
"What about the father? Did they escape as well?" Gerald coughed again and again due to some dust.
"We don't know for sure since another squad escorted them but if they are still inside then it’s unlikely."
"No way."
...
They left at the palace to escape meanwhile Timothy who was inside in his carriage heard an ear-splitting noise. He looked at the window from his seat and saw a billowing smoke puffing out of the castle.
"What the... Hey, get me out of here!" Timothy slammed the wood in his front signaling the driver to stop.
He got off the carriage and see it. It was a signal of their defeat. He hurriedly back on his carriage and ordered the driver to get them out of the country but the driver denied. He has orders to take him to an undisclosed location. Gerald is headed there as well.
In the RQ-1 Predator feed. White flags were wavering from the air. When Thomas was about to leave the command's ops he was called by Alice and told him the great news.
"Mr. President the enemy is surrendering!"
Thomas's eyes widened and clapped his hand once.
"What good news! At last, this short war is over!"
"Yes, sir along with the Hermes. They are now infiltrating the church and face no repression. It seems like the gate is already opened when the knights were defeated. But something's wrong. The gate was wide opened and undefended and countless white flags were being thrown.
"What is it?"
"Instead of feeling disgusted and hate towards us they seemed to be happy and welcoming our troops. One of the soldiers there said he was approached by an old girl begging him to save their son on the church. Not only that numerous civilians were protesting as well. Begging to save their family from the church.
"What?"
Thomas was surprised at first but regained his composure. Then he remembered something. A report from his CIA director.
[Countless locals were entering the church in a daily basis]
"Maybe it's connected?" Thomas muttered.
"Well put that on the report and debrief me later. A guest is arriving in the white house."
"Ah, those girls...." Alice muttered.
"Hah? What did you say, Alice?"
"Huh? Nothing" And a menacing aura leaked around her. "Mr. President if they are to seduce you tell me... I don't know what will happen if they do so fufufu...."
And here she goes again. Thomas didn't mind at all. He was accustomed to her behavior.
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