General Hardy was rather content with the dam. He was quite pleased with the new Theory that we come from apes. He had no quarrel with the workshop now that it was retrofitting replaceable rifle parts onto the new troops' gear. The General was receiving good news from the pirate ships he had dispatched, despite growing activity from England's promising navy.
But General Hardy was yet unable to rest.
The time finally came, however, when General Hardy got some hearty sleep. Nothing like the wear of a good day's artillery fire and cavalry pounding to make one sleep like a baby. Like Grizzly like General, or so goes the saying: the military op took form and after a blitzkrieg campaign against the Funky one, nights were peaceful and sound again.
Scouting cavalries reported that the capital was resilient, despite being guarded by men with old blackpowder muskets. His Leftenant on the frontline trenches had never even seen blackpowder muskets, save in old plans from the museum archives back in Commutator. Yet they took the toll of our single lost cavalry squad.
Short on artillery support, the General called it a day and dispatched cover units to take over from there. Grecian cannons will be mounted and prolonged to support standard 155mm shells. Those for which we did not have the iron on hand in our capital were sent straight into the belly of our antagonists, crouching like a tiger ready to leap.
Operation Groovy Grizzly was thus cut short from the original outline. Next year, the luck might turn in our favor
Either way, wagers are now being taken: will Soul sell every asset of his to the Germans? To the Ottomans? Will he last by himself - and how long ... 2, 3 turns?
In the Observatory, talks begin of how to beat the english at their own game of naval supremacy. It is said we would need strong iron alloys and a power source more malleable than steam. But this is still crazy talk at this point...