"Hah! That spoiled buffoon got himself captured and his troops decimated?" General Revon laughed after receiving the report of his Vice General, who had interviewed the thousands of Ammarian Soldiers who had fled to their Domain due to their defeat in the hands of General Fahad and the Yelan Army.
"General, this is no laughing matter," General Revon's Aide, Ronan, said with a frown. "Our defeat in the Marshlands meant that we have lost one of the battlefields crucial for regaining the territories we have lost."
General Revon snorted before opening a bottle of rum, and drinking it without a care in the world.
Half a minute later, he gave a loud burp before shifting his attention to his Vice General who had a fed up expression on his face.
"Our losses in the Eastern Territories isn't that big of a deal," General Revon replied. "As long as we win our campaign, we can easily attack General Fahad's camp from behind, leaving them no place to escape.