A Scuffle in the Border of Zambesi-Votswana Part 1

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the arid landscape at the border between the Kingdom of Zambesi and Votswana. The air was tense, filled with the distant hum of cicadas and the occasional rustle of dry grass. The Zambesian military outpost, a modest structure made of timber and stone, stood as the last line of defense between the two nations. Soldiers in worn uniforms patrolled the perimeter, their muskets slung over their shoulders, their eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of trouble.

Inside the outpost, Captain Ndlovu reviewed a map spread across a wooden table, his brow furrowed in concentration. The reports of Matalebe's activity in the area had been increasing, but he hadn't expected anything significant today. As far as he knew, the Matalebe Tribe had mostly kept to themselves, their grievances with the central government simmering but not boiling over.