Prince Alexander Herald von Triesenberg was the fourth prince of the Empire of Triesenberg who was banished from the Empire of Triesenberg for the crime that he didn’t commit. On their way to the island where he would be banished, a powerful storm swept through and sank the ship. Alexander drowned and at the moment, he thought he died from drowning. However, when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the shore of a sandy beach and a floating interface before his eyes.
General Raelthorn Graves stood at the command table with his officers gathered around. The map of the northern region of Zambesi, where the Matalebe forces were regrouping, was spread out in front of them.
"We need the numbers before we proceed," Graves said in a firm tone, directing his attention to Captain Renfield.
Renfield nodded and referred to his clipboard. "General, we currently have 1,000 infantry troops ready to mobilize. We have 30 heavy tanks, 15 light reconnaissance vehicles, and 20 half-tracks available. There are also 10 artillery pieces positioned on the eastern approach, within striking range of the target area."
Graves nodded. "Air support?"
"The Air Force has scheduled an airstrike for 0600 tomorrow. They will deploy 12 bombers loaded with high-explosive ordnance. Their objective is to weaken the Matalebe positions before we move in. After that, they'll provide aerial reconnaissance to update us on the situation."