"Faster!" The militarists moved quickly, pulling along donitzers and smaller pounders. More tanks were on the surface now, and now the commies controlled a seventh of Mistmantle, from the southwestern tip of Booshka to just a few miles away from Belatona, a major city in Mistmantle. And the Araza now had reinforced their forces to 10000 troops out of Red Phantom. Communist hordes now took all metals and resources, burned and melted them, then used the remains to make weapons. Typical of them. In a few hours, they would be launching an attack on the Castellan Line, as the arrangement of troops across Mistmantle was now called. Soon the Araza would unleash their forces on Capitalist Mistmantle, and march straight to New Athens. Only time was an obstacle now.
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The Castellan Line had grown very strong.

Now many tanks, donitzers, flamethrowers, soldiers, and machine guns lined up against a wall of shields and sandbags. Chief General Castellan and Major General Spiro had just left on a chopper to welcome the Val Verdian allies. Soon they would be joining the Mistmantleans at the Castellan Line. Reports saw that the Araza were planning to attack the line tomorrow or even tonight. The donitzers were loaded, rifles were aimed, flamethrowers swiveled, and soldiers watched. This war was becoming serious, indeed. Even in the capital, New Athens, was being prepared for an attack, with civilians building shelters, tuning up radios, and stuffing supplies into shelters.
The Communications Squad nearly fell asleep moderating the air, when an Araza message came through, intercepted by Mistmantlean monitors. The communications team suddenly were alert and cranked up the volume.....
"Do backwards dnes AP force to C-Lines....scare scrambled waya VV R-forcements....mixed up mombb them.....reverse worromot."
After twenty minutes, the codebreakers presented the decoded message:
"Send airplanes to Castellan Line......scare away Val Verdian reinforcements.....bomb them....tomorrow."