Talk:War Discussion/@comment-24965182-20140606140856/@comment-108.249.0.151-20140606215218

(Maybe a good fraction of my army, not all)

Meanwhile, our horse carriges carrying about 15 to 20 troops, I start to say:

Seargent: Welcome to Lescatie. You're about to begin the greatest moment of your life. The mamono have lost hundreds of troops and tamed beasts. Deruella's brutalized forces, are advaning towards the outskirts over mountains of their own dead bodies. Our religion, our great country, have given us the task to not let the enemy reach our climbers and battering ram crew and to retake the city of Lescatie.

Forward, against the enemy!

Up into the unremitting battle, comrades, for Lescatie, for the Great Order!

Not ONE step back!

Cowards, and traitors will be KILLED!

Do not count days, do not count miles, count only the number of Mamono you have killed!

KILL the mamono, this is your mothers prayer!

KILL the mamono, this is the cry of your motherlands earth!

Do not waver! Do not let up! KILL!

DEATH TO THE WCA INVADER!!

Everyone Else: DEATH TO THE WCA INVADER! RAHHHH!!