[center] [h1]The Empire of Zellonia[/h1] [h2][img]http://img08.deviantart.net/28f2/i/2016/056/1/4/random_fictional_english_flag_by_captainvoda-d46x97b.png [/img][/h2][/center] [center][color=pink] [h2]The Zeel[/h2][/color] [/center] [center] [h3]Kalpian Prisoners[/h3] [/center] Reports have come in from the judicial office that the 5 thousand and some kalpian prisoners will be tried by the highest court in all of zellonia for assassination. However the foreign office has stated that word is being sent to kalpia that in return for a white peace all prisoners will be returned unharmed. The judges will await a month for a response from the kalpian republic should there be no response or zellonia be fully ignored the trials will commence. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [i] Dearest May, I hope this letter finds you in far better care than my own. This harsh winter has taken it’s toll out on us. Especially those wounded in the field, for some night espesially during this damn osladian offensive I can hear the men call out for help or be put out of the misery. Sadly with the osladian lines so far back and my comrades and I being told to conserve ammo have to hear the wails of the dead throughout the night and early day before they’ve finally submitted to the pain or have frozen over. Yet what’s even worse then the damned winter nights is the orders my damn lieutenant calls out. He expects day in and day out to hold the line against the far better equipped osladian forces. He has us barely use any coverage and because of the zellonian chain of command permit little room for error we must do as we are told. Even when less than half of the division is armed and instead must be ready to pick up a rifle at a moment's notice. Oh how I’ve seen how many times the osladians have pushed and while we’re able to push them back due to the harsh conditions, I know that it is truly because of our men and what we’re fighting for. As I can see in all of the men around me the tenacity we are to save our families and loved ones for if we fail here only more burnings and death will come for we remember Nervington and shall never soon forget. Finally my lovely May I hope you are well and continue to write me, for your letters and thoughts have kept me going all this time and without them I feel I wouldn’t truly know what I’d be fighting for. Well the osladian bombardment is starting again we must be prepared. Write me soon. Love, Nathaniel.[/i] The last message received by May Throne from Private Nathaniel Greene as he died on the cold morning February 24th 1900. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [i]February 26th,1900 6th Army HQ General Harrington’s Tent[/i] The general rubbed his eyes as he looked over the map, the very same he’s been looking at for hours now, the only difference is the silence as with nightfall the osladian offensive cease which allows for some R&R. The Genera had heard reports of faltering at the southern front and now in the north this month long offensive has put his men on overdrive. Something would have to be done to relieve the men and seeing as the Zellonian Royal Navy has been of no help in cutting off supplies it would come down to Zellonian might and strategy that would be needed to win this war. It was at that moment that Captain Cutler came through the tent. With the proper respect the captain took off his hat and gave a salute before cutting to the chase. “General,” The captain sighed “I know things look down but I may have a solution.” The captain walked up to the map and began pointing at positions. “Sir, I believe if we stationed men along here and pulled from here to rein force we maybe able to keep our fighting chance.” The General shook his head. “I was thinking of something far more risky. If we pulled from here and moved along here we’d be able catch them by surprise no?” the captain eyes widened “Sir, you wouldn’t risk that would you men would be slaughtered.” The general looked at the captain dead in the eyes “We need to win this war captain, I believe this will work prepare the men. Pick the finest for this task come april we move.” The captain saluted and rushed out to make the preparations while the general wrote to Hawkthrone.