"Why do you people always have the luck? If so
many of us hadn't been sick, we'd have won. Why do things always go
your damn way?"
9 "It might be that we MAKE our own luck," answered Bold Fox. Or it
could be Those we have on our side."
10 The Enemy War Leader looked disgusted as he was led away. Now there
was nothing to keep them from marching south. A third of the army
equipped with repeating rifles, the heavy cannon, and a supply of
Yellow Thunder, marched into the desert, towards Fr. The second third
marched towards Mu.
11 There were still enemy soldiers harassing the tunnel, and they had
to be cleared away so the repairs could be completed and the tunnel
fully operational before the dust storms started in earnest. Then, they
would have plenty of time to help Mu.
12 The forces coming south were barely in time. The Frns had driven off
the enemy attack on their city, and bravely with the few ships they had
left, sailed munitions and supplies down to brave little Misery. Their
aide barely came in time, but with it the city's people held.
13 They got aide to Wood, too, and in the forest, about the city, the
enemy walked into ambush after ambush. Though the city itself, lay in
ruins, and they held it, the people were safe in the forest and giving
them a miserable time!
14 At Fm the situation was next to hopeless. The city was just a pile
of rubble. Those that survived did so by living in the deepest tunnels.
What ammunition they had was captured from the enemy, whose dead lay
amongst the rubble at the