NationStates Jolt Archive

Ariel Sejong III, Emperor of the Koreo-Jewish Empire, entered though large wooden door, leading to his war-room.

inside the room, there were two representives from the noble and popular councils, and the Koreo-Jewish army generals.

they were all awaiting his command, and sat quietly near the big table in the center of the room.

General Yona Yi-Sun Kek was the commander of the Kanggye army "Sir, shall the attack be commenced today?"

"Yes, Yona" Ariel answered "make sure your men are prepared, who knows what those barbaric Manchurians are able of..".

one hour later, the Kanggye army marched to the border, ready to confront and destroy the Manchurian tribes...

Armies:

(each regiment is 10,000 men, and each battalion is 1600 men.)

Kanggye Army: Commanded by General Yona Yi-Sun Kek.

-21st "Ham-Hung" Regiment
-22nd "Kujang" Regiment
-23rd "Sinuiju" Regiment
-24th "Sinp'a" Regiment
-6th "Chasong" Regiment
101st Cavalry Battalion

Manchurian tribes:

some disorganised tribes near the border, totalling in about 10,000 men.

they might have advanced weapons or battle experience and training like the Korean soldiers, but they know their ground very well, and are experts in hit-N-run tactics.

(OOC: Damirez, the Manchurian tribes are currently fighting among themselves, so its preferable that you make a post that they are being united because of the invasion.)

On the northern borders of Koreo-Jewish Empire, a lone rider was racing towards his destination. He had grave news to bring to his tribe, news about war.

With a last effort, he managed to arrive at the gathering of the tribes.

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Council of the tribes.

The tribes were not caught unaware by the movement of troops at the south of their borders, if you can call them as such. Trapped between larger nations, they had learned to watch carefully for any signs of aggression as it was the case now.

"What do you think? Will they move against us?" one of the men at the council asked the one that seemed to be in charge.

"I have not a doubt about it," the far older and experienced man answered, increasing the feel of dread that the ones present had.

"What makes you so sure? For all we know..." another, a young one asked before he was cut off by his neighbour.

"Silence you tongue whelp. You have not lived so many summers as the Elder without learning a thing or two about life. If he is certain they will move, then they will move," came the interruption, silencing the gathering. "What should we do, old one?" he asked with respect.

"What we always do, prepare ourselves. I know that many of you have evacuated your herds and families to the North, beyond their reach. Let the other do the same, we must protect our fortunes and families first," the elder answered, but as he prepared to continue, someone rushed in the room.

"Honoured elder," the new arrival started after the elder calmed the others, "I bring news. They have began assembling an army, several flags worthy."

At this, the elders eyes darkened. He was proven right, but for so many to be marched against them...

"Gather all the worthy men you can get," he started, not allowing the others to ponder on the news, "Send some to the North with the cattle and women, keep the worthiest here. If they believe that they can claim our land without a fight, then we will show them!"


OOC: I'll RP 10.000 soldiers, they'll be a highly flexible and very fast force, equipped with mostly light weaponry, but also with the occasional cannon and machine-gun.

SIC

Reykjavik, Iceland

A man of small stature walked along the rather quiet corridors of the facility. His small shoes clinked softly as he paced across the grated walkway beneath him. Below the walkway, barely visible, were a number of small offices and mangers to fill them. Across the way closing off the room was a red brick wall. On the other side the factory was a blur of activity as the complex constructed the instruments of war. Finally the clinking came to a halt and the man stood in front of a door with words across the fogged window: Jóhann Páll – President

Jóhann Páll was seated behind a desk, papers scattered about, reading the daily newspaper from the city. He promptly sat upright in his chair and folded the paper once before putting it by his side. He motioned for the man to sit and was so obliged.

“Good Morning Wesley,” he said.

Wesley replied with little hesitation and rather abruptly, “an opportunity has presented itself.”

“Please continue…”

“We’ve been able to secure a report that indicates that the Koreo – Jewish Empire is to begin an invasion of Manchuria.”

“Koreo already has a set of arms if I recall, I doubt much headway can be made with them.”

Wesley was quick with a rebuttal, “Of course but that isn’t the opportunity I was mentioning. “

Pall quickly caught the drift, “Supply the Manchurians…eh? I’ve read an article in the paper recently about Manchuria. They say besides the inner portion of the country the country is more or less separate villages or tribes even. With what could they pay us?”

“With money of course, but the real question isn’t with what but how! I believe when it breaks down to that, there is no reason for us to really dig into it so as long as we get the loot,” countered Wesley.

“We would greatly interfere with another country’s plans, perhaps ruin them altogether. Not to mention the distance we’d have to traverse. The time it would take.” It seemed more rhetorical than anything, as if he were muttering it to himself. “This is why I am a mere businessmen and not leader of a nation.”

Wesley smiled for a moment before getting up. The meeting was adjourned needless of words. Before he left Pall said, “Let me know how Manchuria is this time of year eh?”