Hans dragged his chalk across the registry sand table while six commanders crowded around its edges.
"Northern approach," he grunted, scoring two lines through the sand, "two gullies straight into Dreth's outer defense, both marked on his own stolen map."
Hajin restarted the public stream and both recovery modules before the meeting, so Earth could watch the planning session unfold. The sand maps showed the local siege front in the southern Sixth Region, with Dreth's keep squatting over the valley.
"So what happened to the last idiots who knocked on his door?"
"Three regiments tried his gates before," Hans said, pressing the chalk beside the low ravine, "they brought rams against the walls and fed every impact into his return array."
"Shit, so the bastard eats punches and throws them right back?"
