<Okay, that's it. A final war, 7 days later - next week>
A protocol has arrived to Trebonth's hands. Faressain being too uncontrollable to rule his kingdom. Crazed and war-thirsty. The war had to wage right now and then. The troops from the capital city - nothing like usual - 400 riflemen, 20 artillery and 5 tanks. Seems like a small army, but no. For the standards of warfare, it was more than enough.
The final could come at any moment, both of them suspected. Fares wanted to crush the final foe. The unknown figure only seeked peace in overthrowing the dictator. The stand-off started. "Four hundred of our riflemen against seven hundred foe's infantry. Twenty of our artillery against their twelve. Five tanks against their two. Could be a worse standoff." The rebel messenger sighed. he knew he'd not receive any voice responses from the figure mounting the wonder of technology - the launcher, spinning as fast as a gattling gun, shooting more than 120 projectiles per minute and having reserves for 240 shells. The foe was hiding under their tank - powered entirely with laser technology. It could melt the defences fairly easily.
And then Trebonth heard the screams of his men dying. Despite it not being possible because of the no shooting out. He turned around. Every infantryman, gone. Every artillery abandoned, every tank laying dormant. He drove his vehicle to source of the death.