Adam Elvin
Chieftain
A story about Khmer civilization and its struggle to win an epic war.
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'No, no, NO! This is absolutely unacceptable!', shouted Loung Galena, migthy ruler of all Khmer. 'Tell your leader Hannibal, that we will not succumb to his empty threats.' 'As you wish, Lord Galena', replied Hasdrubal, Carthagian ambasssador to Khmer. 'But keep in mind that Lord Hannibal is likely to respond heavily to your dismissal of his exiguous wishes.' Siri Galena replied with a snort. 'Escort the embassador out of my chambers and offer him some 'exiguous Khmer hospitality' before expelling him from Khmer. And call in Hjar.'
As Hjar, supreme chief of all Khmer military forces, entered Galena's chambers, hard slapping like flesh on flesh could be heard from down the corridor, followed by a splash, as something the weight of a grown human was dumped into the Mekong River. 'I hope he can swim', muttered Hjar. 'Don't worry about him', answered Galena, 'Rats don't drown. One has to break their neck to make sure they are dead.'
'Hjar, I need you to draw up plans for a fight against Carthage. Hasdrubal, Voice of Hannibal, made heavy threats against Khmer. We need to be prepared.' 'Lord Galena, I do not think we have to be worried. Hannibal is in conflict with Washington at the moment. He will have no troops to spare to go after us.'
Galena leant forwards to examine Hjar, who stood perfectly at attention. 'Don't be so sure about that. Remember, we share borders with both Carthage and America. It would be easy to divert some troops while marching on Chigago.' 'That's very true, my Lord Galena. But keep in mind, we have heavily fortified the Phnum Adral mountain pass. No one...' 'Ha', Galena interrupted, 'manned with what? Obsolete troops, wielding spears and axes. Those were brave against Attila the Hun and his crazy moonies, but not against professional Carthagian soldiers armed with shooting sticks.' 'Guns, Lord Galena, guns. Actually there is already one regiment of riflemen en route to Phnum Adral.' 'Fine. I want you to upgrade our entire military force to those 'guns', as you put it. Tell my lovely wife that you have absolute spending authority over the entire Khmer treasury until the upgrades are complete. '
Hjar gulped nervously. 'Do I really have to talk to her? Don't you remember the time I wanted to buy new axes for our shock troops?`' Galena chuckled and said, 'Very well, you coward. I will put it to her. There is another thing, though. I want my soldier count tripled within 15 years. Given our current state, that should not be too hard, what do you think?' 'Very well, Lord Galena, I will start on it right away.'
Hjar bowed and left, muttering under his breath. 'Ha. Talk to my lovely wife. HA! I would rather charge Carthage armed only with a pointy stick! Clad only in my loincloth! Alone!'
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'No, no, NO! This is absolutely unacceptable!', shouted Loung Galena, migthy ruler of all Khmer. 'Tell your leader Hannibal, that we will not succumb to his empty threats.' 'As you wish, Lord Galena', replied Hasdrubal, Carthagian ambasssador to Khmer. 'But keep in mind that Lord Hannibal is likely to respond heavily to your dismissal of his exiguous wishes.' Siri Galena replied with a snort. 'Escort the embassador out of my chambers and offer him some 'exiguous Khmer hospitality' before expelling him from Khmer. And call in Hjar.'
As Hjar, supreme chief of all Khmer military forces, entered Galena's chambers, hard slapping like flesh on flesh could be heard from down the corridor, followed by a splash, as something the weight of a grown human was dumped into the Mekong River. 'I hope he can swim', muttered Hjar. 'Don't worry about him', answered Galena, 'Rats don't drown. One has to break their neck to make sure they are dead.'
'Hjar, I need you to draw up plans for a fight against Carthage. Hasdrubal, Voice of Hannibal, made heavy threats against Khmer. We need to be prepared.' 'Lord Galena, I do not think we have to be worried. Hannibal is in conflict with Washington at the moment. He will have no troops to spare to go after us.'
Galena leant forwards to examine Hjar, who stood perfectly at attention. 'Don't be so sure about that. Remember, we share borders with both Carthage and America. It would be easy to divert some troops while marching on Chigago.' 'That's very true, my Lord Galena. But keep in mind, we have heavily fortified the Phnum Adral mountain pass. No one...' 'Ha', Galena interrupted, 'manned with what? Obsolete troops, wielding spears and axes. Those were brave against Attila the Hun and his crazy moonies, but not against professional Carthagian soldiers armed with shooting sticks.' 'Guns, Lord Galena, guns. Actually there is already one regiment of riflemen en route to Phnum Adral.' 'Fine. I want you to upgrade our entire military force to those 'guns', as you put it. Tell my lovely wife that you have absolute spending authority over the entire Khmer treasury until the upgrades are complete. '
Hjar gulped nervously. 'Do I really have to talk to her? Don't you remember the time I wanted to buy new axes for our shock troops?`' Galena chuckled and said, 'Very well, you coward. I will put it to her. There is another thing, though. I want my soldier count tripled within 15 years. Given our current state, that should not be too hard, what do you think?' 'Very well, Lord Galena, I will start on it right away.'
Hjar bowed and left, muttering under his breath. 'Ha. Talk to my lovely wife. HA! I would rather charge Carthage armed only with a pointy stick! Clad only in my loincloth! Alone!'