Xing shook his head slowly, amused, as he looked at the draft with interest as well, without touching it.
"Shakespear? On New Berlin we do not learn about futile things such as poetry, I'm afraid. Unless you want to please the "Got-Kanzler" with some meaningless words..."
He smirked, as he continued his reading of the document - however he did that with such ease, as to him the document was completely upside down since it faced Ares.
"However, I've heard many tales of the guerilla warfare leading to a succesful revolution on old Earth... Premier Mao and his own Red Army managed to cripple a technologically and numerically superior foe with a band of farmers."
He smiled,
"The whole point is having a higher mobility than the enemy. If they can't see you, if they can't strike at you, however little damage you inflict materially speaking, it is the opponent's moral you are killing."
He nodded slowly, as if thinking about something, then
"And of course, propaganda is the another weapon we have. Convince the enemy they are wrong, at the lowest point of their moral, and they would turn to you like fruit ready for the harvest."
As it was, Xing programmed some new song to be played next to Ares', without much inspiration.