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Lieutenant Dube, one of the few surviving officers, crouched behind a sandbag fortification, desperately barking orders to his men. But his voice was drowned out by the relentless barrage of bullets. The Matalebe, equipped with machine guns, tore through the Zambesi lines with a ferocity that left no room for mercy.

A mortar shell exploded nearby, sending a plume of dust and debris into the air. Dube\'s ears rang as he watched in horror as his men were gunned down, their blood staining the earth. The once-proud defenders of the kingdom were being slaughtered, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

A group of Matalebe warriors advanced on his position, their faces grim and determined. Dube raised his rifle, but before he could fire, a bullet struck him in the chest, sending him sprawling to the ground. As his vision faded, the last thing he saw was the Matalebe flag being raised over the outpost.

***

In the heart of the kingdom, the Ndola Barracks, a key military installation, was under heavy attack. The Matalebe had launched a surprise assault at dawn, using their superior firepower to overwhelm the Zambesi defenders.

Captain Mutombo, the commander of the barracks, fought valiantly to hold his ground. But the Matalebe\'s heavy artillery had reduced the walls to rubble, and their soldiers, equipped with automatic weapons, were advancing rapidly. The Zambesi soldiers, armed with outdated rifles, were no match for the Matalebe\'s firepower.

"Hold the line!" Mutombo shouted, firing his rifle at the advancing enemy. But his words were lost in the chaos. The Matalebe, fueled by their hatred for the Zambesi, showed no mercy. They cut down the defenders with brutal precision, their bullets tearing through flesh and bone.

Mutombo watched as his men fell around him, their bodies littering the courtyard. He knew the battle was lost, but he refused to retreat. With a roar of defiance, he charged at the Matalebe, his bayonet fixed. But before he could reach them, a burst of gunfire ended his charge. He fell to the ground, his lifeblood seeping into the dirt as the Matalebe stormed the barracks.

The Zambesi flag, once flying proudly above the barracks, was torn down and replaced with the banner of the Matalebe.

***

As reports of the raids flooded into the capital, King Mwanga of Zambesi convened an emergency meeting with his council. The grand hall of the royal palace was filled with tension as the king, flanked by his advisors, listened to the grim news.

"Your Majesty, the situation is dire," General Ndlovu, the head of the Zambesi military, reported. "The Matalebe have struck across multiple fronts. Our outposts are being overrun, and our forces are in disarray. They are using weapons we\'ve never seen before—modern rifles, machine guns, artillery. We are outmatched."

The king\'s face was pale, his eyes shadowed with worry. "How could this happen?" he demanded, his voice cracking with desperation. "How could the Matalebe do this with such power?"

"It is the influence of the Empire, Your Majesty," Minister Chuma, the king\'s chief advisor, explained. "They have equipped the Matalebe with Western weapons and trained them in modern warfare. The Empire has turned them into a formidable force."

"Why would they do that?" The King asked desperately.

"To overthrow us? We have rejected their terms ever since they have established contact with us. They probably reached out to Matalebe and offered them terms."

Minister Chuma\'s words hung heavily in the air, and the realization of their situation began to dawn on King Mwanga. The empire\'s machinations were now evident, and the king knew they were facing a force far beyond anything they had anticipated.

King Mwanga\'s mind raced as he tried to grasp the full scope of the disaster.

"What is the status of our remaining forces?"

General Ndlovu exchanged a grim look with Minister Chuma before answering. "Your Majesty, our forces are scattered and in disarray. The Matalebe attacks have been devastating. Many of our outposts have fallen, and the survivors are retreating toward the capital. We are in no position to mount a counteroffensive."

The king\'s hands clenched the edge of the table as he struggled to maintain control. "And what of the civilians? Are they being evacuated?"

Minister Chuma shook his head, his expression sorrowful. "The Matalebe have cut off most of the main roads leading to the capital. Thousands are trapped in the countryside, and we fear many will not make it to safety. The situation is dire, Your Majesty."

King Mwanga closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as the weight of the situation threatened to overwhelm him.

"What options do we have left?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

General Ndlovu hesitated before answering. "Your Majesty, our best course of action is to fortify the capital and prepare for a siege. We must consolidate our remaining forces, secure vital supplies, and hold out."

"If I may, Your Majesty," Chief Mosi chimed in. "We should consider reaching out to our ally, Valoria. They have the resources, the technology, and the military might to tip the scales in our favor."

The king\'s eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto Chief Mosi. "Valoria? But we have only just formalized our alliance. Do you believe they would intervene on our behalf so soon?"

Chief Mosi nodded gravely. "They have much to gain by ensuring our kingdom remains stable. Zambesi\'s strategic position is vital to Valoria\'s interests in the region. If we fall, their influence here could be severely compromised. It is in their best interest to assist us."

Minister Chuma added, "Your Majesty, Chief Mosi is right. Valoria has shown goodwill by supplying us with military aid and infrastructure development. They will not want to see their investment in Zambesi go to waste."

King Mwanga considered their words, the room falling silent as he weighed his options. The idea of relying on Valoria so soon after signing the treaty felt like a bitter pill to swallow, but the reality was that his kingdom was teetering on the brink of collapse.

Finally, the king nodded. "Very well. Send a message to Valoria immediately. Inform them of our dire situation and request their military assistance. We cannot afford to lose any more time."

General Ndlovu saluted. "I will see to it at once, Your Majesty."