A song of compys and gigas ( chap 12 )

INV wakes up to the sound of guns booming and people yelling. A sound INV knows all too well. He steps out of his bedroom to find his tribe mates running around yelling. Then one of his advisors runs over. “It’s.... the rebels.... there attacking the plains to the east of here... I think they are planning to assault the base...” he pants. “We have launched some missles at them but we wait your orders sir to bring the northern army group in.” “How strong are they?” INV asks. “Strong... very strong sir...” his advisor replies. The advisor then gives INV a tablet depicting the confederate army. “We took these screenshots from a scot flying over the plains” the advisor says. “Well I could see this being a problem.” INV says back. “Send in the northern army group. That should be enough to deter them. However get army groups northeast and northwest on high alret. We are at war. And make shure them rebels know that.”