Originally posted by The Capo
Ten Miles West of Turfan...
General Mendoza stroked his beard as he surveyed his army, it was small, too small. He again looked over the exact same letter which held the exact same information; it would be a few years before re-enforcements came, how could he possibly hold a Mongolian invasion at bay with such a small army. "I told you General, we just don't have the means right now for an invasion." He said to his counterpart General Manning of the English.
"General Mendoza, with all due respect your king offered full military support, and you are telling me that this support consists of a few small bands of warriors?" the Englishman said unimpressed.
"Well, with all due respect to YOU General Manning, maybe your so called army shouldn't rely on charity." the tensions were mounting, but both men were under a lot of pressure. On one hand General Mendoza was little more than an explorer, he had no clue when he left Madrid that he would wind up on the brink of war so far from Spain, let alone this ill-prepared and with a ridiculous mandate from King Bainor, and for his part General Manning had been given the task of saving England from the Mongols through hand-outs, but wasn't allowed to look weak to the Spanish. It was a difficult situation to say the least, and neither man was willing to admit to their faults.
"These petty squabbles are useless, has Spain had any luck contacting the Mongols?" Manning asked, he already knew the answer.
"No." General Mendoza said, again, he only wished he had recieved some help from his King "None what-so-ever."
"Well" Manning said, he had a thing for saying 'well' when he had nothing else to say, he sat and pondered for a couple of seconds then said "I guess for now we wait, we should let our men get to know eachother here at the camp, hopefully they'll fight stronger if they at least have some respect for one another, and besides, this gives us a chance to bring you to London for some proper English tea..."