In the red leader's army things were not easy by any means, the soldiers had to do their best to try to give their best and be able to achieve the objective that the leader wanted to achieve.

"STOP RIGHT NOW!"

He commanded, approaching a soldier to take them to the office.

"You're doing it wrong, all wrong! YOU'RE NOT DOING IT RIGHT!"

Tord shouted, taking his anger out on the poor recruit.

"Do you have a death wish? DO YOU WANT TO ANNOY ME? THIS ARMY IS NOT A JOKE, IT'S SOMETHING SERIOUS WHERE IF YOU DON'T STRIVE YOU ARE NOT GOING TO GET OUT OF HERE!"

The smoke from Tord's cigar billowed furiously every time he shouted, hitting the table with his hand everytime he said a word.