April 27th, 1914
City of Batallón, Luchario, Pel Van Dynasty
Weeks after Rebel pushing of the Luchario province, a Revolutionary battalion decides to set up a camp to prepare for the invasion of Batallón, the capital and key city of Luchario, it is currently night in 10:50 PM.
The Revolutionary leader, Ricardo Vera, is holding an oil lamp while seeing the fortified city under Dynasty control, slightly bright in the night, he gets off the horse, holding his Mondragón rifle, the rest of the rebel battalion is setting up a camp behind the trees, some rebels are eating cooked tortillas before going to sleep.
A rebel fails to set up his own tent. "Maldita sea pal c*rajo" He said quietly, trying not to disturb sleeping rebels, revolutionary leader sees the failed tent, he chuckles, and goes over there.
"Need a hand?" Asked Ricardo Vera.
"Sure Líder, this stupid tent just falls everytime I try to set it up, I try not to yell, for I see some of our troops are sleeping." Said the rebe, with soft anger as he tries to cool it down.
"Let me do it for ya." Said Ricardo, few minutes later, the tent is set up successfully, the rebel looks happy.
"Thanks Ricardo, I owe you somethin'" Said the rebel.
"Oh no no no, I don't need anything, thank you." Said Ricardo. "But I DO have something for you." He added while smiling.
"What's that?" Asked the rebel.
"A good luck in the fight tomorrow, show your strength, bravery and courage against those tyrannical soldiers in the city, remember not just to charge, but to also take cover if you think heavy fire is onto us, remember your training, and go to sleep now, amigo." Said it all Ricardo, wishing all the good luck to the rebel itself.
"I will." The rebel then goes to the tent, lays down on the floor under the tent, and starts to sleep along with his rifle.
As rebels start to sleep in the camp, so does Ricardo, however, few rebels who were in charge to defend the camp are watching if any Dynasty or Legionary troops are scouting for them, it appeared that there was no sign of Legionary soldiers.
Meanwhile in the City of Batallón
As daily, Legionary Soldiers are watching everywhere, as the fortifying walls are in watch of any Rebels in sight, the wall is heavily armed with infantry guards, machine gunners, artillery cannons and sometimes covered with sandbags, one legionary soldier on the fortress wall sighs, as he wants to go to sleep, but he recently drank a cup of Kianese Matcha tea to keep himself awake and aware of the enemy, he sees a Legionary scout holding an oil lamp, and mounted on a horse entering the city, some armed gatekeepers allow the scout to come in, the scout himself goes to the City hall to report to the Fortress Colonel, who is having a conversation with the major of the city and the Governor of Luchario, as soon as the scout comes in, he yells:
"Colonel Mateo!" The Scout yelled.
"What do you want, Scout? I'm having a serious conversation here with the governor." Said Colonel Mateo.
"Have your scouts not learned to not interrupt talks?" Asked Governor Alberto Jimenez Vila to Colonel Mateo with a disappointed look on his face.
"No, they haven't, I keep yelling at their commanders to properly command them." Said Colonel Mateo, he now points at the scout. "What was it that you wanted? Have you found anything?" Asked again the Colonel.
"I believe I found a camp right behind the trees outside the city, I can't tell if it's either a refugee camp or a rebel on-" He is interrupted by Colonel Mateo, as he said a single 'wait'.
"You found a camp...? Did it have any flags?" Asked twice Colonel Mateo.
"No, which is why I said that I don't know what is it affiliated with."
"... I'm going to command troops, I'll finish the talking tomorrow with you Alberto and Monte Marquez." Said Colonel Mateo, he gets out of the room, so does the scout.
A lot of minutes later, a Legionary group of Soldiers is sent to investigate the camp, reported by the scout, all soldiers were holding Oil Lamps along with their rifles. A Soldier gets off the horse, he quietly enters the camp, where the rebels are sleeping, a Legionary soldier finds a Revolutionary flag, he raises his eyebrows, and gets out of the camp quietly, he goes back to the group.
"I've got something to report." Said the Legionary Private to Commander Hector Vargas.
"Go on." Said Hector Vargas.
"The Camp is indeed rebel, I saw a revolutionary flag, and people sleeping with their rifles." Said the Private, Hector isn't surprised because it's a rebel camp, but because there was no gunfire.
"Strange that rebel guards did not find us or have alarmed the camp, they must have slept too." Said Commander Hector Vergas. "We have 100 men here, burn it down, we know they'll invade the city." Ordered Commander Hector Vergas. "Sí Señor." Said the Private, the small battalion of legionary soldiers are holding torches and buckets of oil, they find a more flammable area of the camp, they are quietly walking to prevent the wake up of rebels, now that they find the more flammable area, they pour the oil on it, and make tracks of oil connecting with each tent of the camp quietly, a rebel slowly wakes up because of the smell of the oil, he doesn't see the oil now that it's dark, he turns on his oil lamp and gets out of the tent, he sees the oil now and the legionary soldiers.
"..." The rebel just stared.
"..." The Soldiers stared back.
"¡SOLDADOS ESTÁN AQUÍ!" Yelled the Rebel, waking up the most of the camp.
"¡Préndelo! ¡Préndelo!" Yelled the soldiers, they turn on matches and drop em' into the oil, they get out as fast as they can, the camp begins to burn, starting with few tents, rebels on the burning tents woke up and got out as fast as they could, except for one rebel, which was unlucky and got burnt, the rebels who woke up open fire on the legionary soldiers, starting a small battle, the Legionary soldiers fire back at the rebels, one soldier was hit, as the soldiers were more skilled, and hit 4 rebels, the flames on the camp worsen, the legionary soldiers retreat from the camp, mounting on horses, and yelling "¡Jia! ¡jia!" (Hia! hia!), they run mounted on horses back to the city.
Ricardo Vera, leader of the revolution wakes up, seeing the camp burning into a ball of flames. "What the hell is happening...?" He's lucky that his tent is not leaked with oil, but it doesn't stop it from being flammable.
Almost an hour fighting the fire with water, the camp stops burning, half of the camp burned down, affecting much of rebel preparedness for the city's invasion, and causing some deaths linked to the burning.