ZULULAND
Mbongo was pleased; he was now the commander of all the forces fighting in Kenya. However, despite this, he continued to fight with his prized regiment, the Red Shields.
The new plan was Mbongo's own idea, based on his reasoning of the enemy's mind; already a strong attack had smashed them from the north, so they would probably commit most of their forces there. Their south, however, was secured by their border with a Sri Lankan colony, ensuring relative peace.
Or so they think, Mbongo thought. Even now, the bulk of the Zulu army was marching through the colony. The elders had managed to arrange a Right of Passage, so that his forces would not be molested.
It was a clear night. Good, Mbongo thought. We will camp under the stars. The spirits wish us well.
***
For the next several months the Zulu army advanced, cutting through the weak defenses like a hot knife through butter. As had been planned, the Kenyatans had not expected this to happen, and even now were hurriedly moving troops to counter the threat. This is where the second element of Mbongo's plan worked.
The forces in the north had been sitting and waiting, watching the Kenyatan's army's every move. Now that the troops were withdrawing to counter the threat from the south, the north would be open. Now both forces would advance, as if they were the arms of a giant crab, angry and vengeful. For the Zulus were both of these.
***
Once more Mbongo was in the thick of battle. His adrenaline rushed as his spear punched into another Kenyatan warrior, who reeled in agony before collapsing in a heap, still crying out in pain. Mbongo wheeled just in time to spit another Kenyatan in the throat. A quick gurgling sound came from this man's mouth, along with blood and, unseen, his spirit. He too fell, silently this time.
By now the Kenyatan bodies were piling up around Mbongo. He noticed that fewer and fewer Kenyatans were approaching his part of the battlefield, so he decided to make trouble elsewhere. Again, had one been able to simply stand and watch, he would have applauded the way Mbongo could handle his assegai so gracefully.
The amount of casualties the Kenyatans were taking was beginning to have a detrimental effect on their morale. They broke and ran--Like the dogs they are, Mbongo mused--desperate to escape.
However, one of the special battalions of Zulus, consisting of warriors chosen for their speed and agility, eagerly began pursuit. They quickly ran down most of the fleeing enemy, leaving yet more Kenyatan bodies for the carrion birds to feed on. A quick glance to the sky told Mbongo that they were already starting to arrive for the feast.
The Zulus had won today--that was certain.
ORDERS
-The battle plan is this: Shift the majority of our forces to the south and attack through the Sri Lankan colony with our main force (purple arrow), since most of their troops are probably up north. When the Kenyatans shift their forces to counter this, our northern force will advance (red arrow). This will gain us quite a bit of territory if done right.
-Increase economy.