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Region: Hoshizora
The Marlborough stood up and shook his head, "I don't mean that. My army and my men can take some armoured cars and some anti-tank rockets. What I'm worried about is the... the organic stuff. I know these Ialao are naturalists and environmentalists. I've dealt with natives before. The Némalese Uprising of 12 AS, I saw action against the Anktha. Earth mages who roam the irradiated deserts of Cabitville. The bastards used sand worms to evade our movements, and ambush us by feeling the vibrations. One thing I've learned from my time in academy were the six types of terrain. And that forest is entangling. Easily abandoned but hard to reoccupy." He sighed, looking back out the small viewport. "They gain an inch of ground from us, and we spend weeks trying to take it back. We're going to have logistical problems. Look at the trees, we'll have to cut roads, dig trenches, and set up temporary fortifications to keep this war going. Bless the moon we have room to maneuver."