The Journey Westward

Though they were initially slow to action, the ranks within the various powerful Listonian-based crime syndicates poured into many city-states, paying considerable attention to those closest to the east. With them came weapons - mostly rifles - and some of the remnants of the People for an Independent Listonia (PIL), a mostly disbanded group but some were still there.

“They can only go so far,” Lisko Relestrovi, one of the representatives from Yu Levolar, commented. “It’s probably not all that beneficial for them to keep moving west like this, cause eventually they’ll stretch their resources too thin.”

“Let 'em,” Frankyo Noblaskovi remarked. He came from Sipani, a large crime organization that prided itself in its secrecy and ‘class’. “All we need to do is stick to the plan. We’re not going to stop them, but we can lure them in.”

“Right. We’ll cut off supply lines, sabotage supply trucks, raid medical equipment, and pick off stragglers. For bigger groups, use the chemicals. Poison any oases in their path. The desert will take care of the rest.”

A soldier ran up to the High Commander. “Sir! The tanks have arrived!”

Ivan smiled, “Good. Have around one third of them patrol the city-state borders and the rest patrol our camps. We’ll be staying in these locations for awhile. Also, try to have spies infiltrate the city-states and gather information. Finally, have guards protect our water sources and other supplies. We don’t want one of those disasters from ancient Gliat Shean history to happen here.”

“Yes sir!” the soldier saluted and ran off.