[Magit Island]
Raymond Montecuccoli ignored the stumbling, fear-stricken deserters around him, sprinting through the trenches until he was within twenty meters of the explosion site.
The "rebels" were so close that Montekucoli could not only hear the calls of the "rebel" soldiers to each other, but he could even make out the faces of the soldiers on the small boats under the dim moonlight.
Yes, boats.
When did the "rebels" acquire boats?
Why hadn't the reconnaissance discovered this?
Before the "fence posts" were erected, the Southern Army Command never stopped sending scouts outside the city, even going as far as to requisition the officers' warhorses to prioritize the scouting personnel.
Yet why hadn't a single person discovered that the "rebels" had transported so many boats to the frontline?
Montekucoli lay by the edge of the trenches, counting the small boats shuttling back and forth on the river, his teeth grinding with frustration.
