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It's been a while since Rade last saw this wretched jungle.
He hasn't been here since he tried to recruit the Kroridians, way back when he was still preparing this rebellion.
He can't say that he's missed it.
Vuk is standing by Rade's side, looking out into the ocean of green. He says to the duke, "The Marshal is in there, sire?"
"Yes. He and his army."
"I can lead a contingent and go in after him, Your Majesty."
"No. That's exactly what he'd want. Our forces would stand no chance moving through the jungle. The rangers would tear us apart. Our best option is to block every entrance and apply pressure with artillery and small sallying parties."
"Couldn't they slip through the trees?"
"They absolutely could, and they absolutely will. But one cannot haul horses or supplies through the jungle. Believe me, the Erisians tried." Rade smiles grimly. "Tried."
"Yes, Your Majesty. I will deploy the men by your orders."
"No. Not yet. Tonight, we rest. Tomorrow, though, we'll move further south." Rade gestures to the jungle. "There's a main trail that leads to Lanorlay. I have no doubt that's the one the Marshal used, too."
"We should deploy scouts. Check the path, size up their defenses."
Rade nods. "Good idea. Get them ready by tonight. Once we know where we are, we can deploy those bombards again. And bring hell back to this jungle."
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