Chapter IV - The Chrysanthemum
"Ashmeht, Donzeg, to me."
"What would you have of me, your highness?"
"Losing Edernet has greatly weakened us, and strengthened our most dangerous competitor. We must alter our strategy."
"I am building our forces as quickly as I can, your highness."
"I am sure. And our recent war with our northern friends has proven that we cannot train troops quickly enough. The Russian fist is too massive. We need another approach."
"What might that approach be your highness?"
"It is two-fold. The first thing we must do is secure our survival. Russia could fall upon us like a blizzard from the north, burying the Mongolian sands beneath her snows. We need to settle cities far from here. Build ships Donzeg, and send our settlers to far away places. That will secure our future."
"And what of matters here? Do you mean to surrender our homeland to the Russians?"
"Don't be a fool. Have you not heard of the desert chrysanthemum? A most robust flower, able to survive in the harshest of conditions. Cut one petal off, and two grow to take its place."
"I don't follow."
"She means build more cities, Ashmeht."
"Finely deduced Donzeg. Yes, we will build more cities. As close to Russian lands as we can. Let them throw their troops against these cities, preserving the heart of Mongolia."
"Very well your highness. It shall be done."
"With expediency, I trust."
"Of course, your highness."
"And Ashmeht?"
"Yes?"
"Find us a civilization to conquer."