FISH STINK FROM THEIR HEAD

Shakau and his two thousand men arrived at the warring zone. He galloped close to the general at the western flask and announced as he galloped close.
"The legions of doom must be destroyed by our overwhelming mobs in sooner time."
"We have been waiting for you and have kept them at the base with the last of our men." The general answered back.
Shakau gazed at the legion of dooms camp and smirked at the zombies who stared absent-mindedly at something unseen by humans. "Should we plunge into them tonight? The twins seemed to be asleep by now."
"The twins may be asleep, but not the zombies, they see better in darkness, and are more dangerous at night. I suggest we wait till daybreak before attacking them." The general answered back.
"I will be staying with my men tonight and we will be attacking them tomorrow morning, arrange your men to lead the assault," Shakau announced.
"Objection, sir!" The general let out. "Most of my men are exhausted and we will be better at the rear of the assault."
"Tell them to relax and walked at the rear of my team tomorrow morning. I want no mistake and expect to crush the zombies in a day or two."
"Thank you for your understanding, my men will be ready as soon as the daybreak, and will we attack along with you." The general let out. Grinned as his superior veered his horse and galloped off and was followed by hundred men that serves as his guard.
"I shall have your head on stake in few hours, the general let out, laughed hysterically, and sauntered in search of his comrade.
He found them amid men and motioned for them to come close for private discussion.
" Everything is set, he has agreed to lead the assaulting mobs and we will be at the rear end."
"Splendid!" One among the men exclaimed.
"You are a great manipulator!" Another general let out.
"I'm doing this to protect my men, it saddened me to see them dying for someone's ambitions."
"You have taken the best decision, and history will remember you for such bold moves." Another general announced.
"Instruct your men to relax tonight and be ready for the great rebellion that will set them free." The first general let out, turned away from the men in his front, then walked into his tent to relax for tomorrow's mission.
"I have done my best, the outcome is in the hands of the gods and goddesses."
The man gazed in deep thought as he lay on the mattress that serve as the only furniture in the tent.
"Oh benevolence gods and goddesses, we need your hand now!" He stooped on his knees and prayed for a while.
Outside, the wind blow violently and jerked some tents off their stand, then send them flying all around.
The man stood from his prayer with a grin. An omen had just occurred.
The strong wind signifies that his prayer had been answered.
The strong wind soon escalated into a whirlwind, then thunders and storms.
Then rain from the cloud fell in torrent and filled the whole area with water.
But the tired men slept through the rain, ignoring the winds and colds that soon followed.
Nature, they say can't be cheated.
That night, ten men sneaked into the room of the first general of the jihadist and murdered him in his sleep.
An uproar suddenly sprung up the following morning, when the jihadists discovered six of their murdered generals.
The men cried and mourn, and Shakau decided to call off his attack and declare it a free day to honor the memory of his faithful generals who died on the course of duty.
The generals were buried in grandeur.
Their burial ground was decorated with flowers and medals of their conquest.
And, the jihadists drank, smoked, a danced at the delight of being alive.
As for the generals, they were gone, and their deeds were written in the book of record of the jihadists.
But their murderer was never found, and will never be found.
Shakau wasn't the leader of the whole northern jihadists for nothing, his invisibility and unfathomability had earned him the post and had kept him alive.
He knew of the rebel, or in truth, put it into effect.
It was a necessity, one that must be done in secrecy.
He had come along with his ten specialists and their duty is to assassinate the rebels.
It must be in secrecy, for security's sake.
The news of his general's rebellion will weaken his impenetrability if gone viral.
Fish stink from its head, now that the scapegoats have been punished, others will sit tight and embedded it in their skulls that to rebel against Shakau is to wish for a sudden, headless end.
"But what of the twins?" Shakau alone.
"What about them?" His subconscious asked back.
Kira and Akira are parasites and must be destroyed before they destroyed all they came in contact with.
Dealing with them is like eating with the devil, you need a longer and bigger spoon.
There can't be any ally between the jihadists and the legion of dooms, neither between them and the aliens.
The jihadists represent the presence of the supreme on earth, and must never unite with any unholy or degraded gang, led by humans or aliens.
"We need to move now," Brenda announced at the column of men and aliens with her, the whole column instantly hopped on their horses and galloped off.
They journeyed through the night, then emerged at the route that will lead them to the Niger Bridge at daybreak.
Far off, the column of overwhelming jihadists was seen in a drinking jamboree.
"Have they won a lottery?" Maria who rode beside Brenda asked.
"Something bigger than that," Brenda answered back.
"They are enormous and over three men." Bobby who just galloped close then halted beside Maria observed.
"I suggest we plunge into them now and take them by surprise." The grey-hair general galloped close, halted his horse, and announced.
"They looked drunk and unfitted for war," Apollon777 let out. "I support his motion of attacking them now."
"Did we all unanimously vote to attack now?" Brenda inquired.
"The best option, reasoning with the jihadist is like talking to a mountain, waste of time. Maria answered back.
" I support we do," Apollon777 said.
"Instruct your men, let's go give it to them!" Brenda cried out, waited some moments for the rest of the crews to galloped close, then lead as they plunged into the midst of the jihadists.
In truth, walls have ears, Akira and Kira soon got informed of the murder of the six generals that had struck deal with them, and the twins instantly cried out foul.
When the general was buried and the men indulged in their drinking session, Kira and Akira quickly gathered the jihadists and positioned their legion of dooms to attack at daybreak.
"Today, the jihadists will be no more!" Akira announced.
"Aye!" Her sister answered back.