Godoy outlined his invasion plan with a straightforward demeanor, his finger pointing out the critical points on the map.
"We're designating this city as our staging point," Godoy stated, his index finger landing on a small city in the southwest of the Kingdom of Spain.
Saint-Cyr leaned in, his brows furrowing as he tried to read the city's name on the map.
"Badajoz?" Saint-Cyr read aloud, seeking confirmation.
Godoy's nod was crisp and to the point. "Correct, General. We'll kick off our campaign from there, moving westward," he explained, his finger tracing a clear line of progression. "Taking Elvas, Borba, and Estremoz before we head north to Santarem. That's only about 78 kilometers from their capital, Lisbon. It should be enough to make them think twice and maybe come to terms."
"I see," Saint-Cyr straightened, his gaze assessing. "How many forces does the Kingdom of Portugal have?"
