It was six o'clock in the evening at Choson Peninsula. In the city of Kaesong, rows of Polkan Jeeps were grumbling as they traverse the rutted road, transporting troops who will be invading Hanseong in the next nine hours.
Helicopters flew above the city, their whirring sound was strange enough to freak out the Chosonese present in the city.
They looked at it in awe and at the same time with fear. They've never seen anything like that in their life, their jeeps, tanks, and armored personnel carriers were all straight out of fantasy.
They watched as the Ruthenian soldiers marched along the streets, their weapons hung on their shoulders and their eyes held an aura of dominance and confidence.
"They are Ruthenians soldiers..." one of the Chosonese elderly spoke. "They are at war with the Yamato Empire and are pushing to the south where our capital is."
