"Bravo! Bravo!" Zibeer laughed furiously, "He gets the glory, I do the grunt work, right? Is that it?"
The tent grew ever quieter.
"Order! The First Brigade continues to besiege Hammer Fort!" Zibeer bellowed, "The Second, Third, and Fourth Brigades, follow me to Revodan."
The Centurions of Vernge County were shocked.
"No!" Captain Sale—the Chief Centurion of Vernge County—blurted out in opposition to his superior in desperation, "Absolutely not!"
"And why not?" Colonel Zibeer clenched his fist tightly and retorted with a cold laugh.
Although he knew he had angered the garrison officer, Captain Sale felt he had to stop the other's foolish plan, "Sir, dividing our forces on the eve of battle is a taboo. With just the strength of our four brigades, we don't have an overwhelming advantage over the Rebels. Please reconsider!"
Colonel Zibeer's fist pounded the table, like he was hammering on everyone's hearts.