Tamas immediately abandoned the original plan. After throwing a few horse-tail grenades at the United Provincials, he led the warriors back from the highlands and swiftly moved south along the trench.
In and out, real and fake, this small team led by Tamas had the United Provincials tangled in circles, easily penetrating the besieged small fort without any hindrance.
The first batch, the second batch of warriors who landed, those still alive were all in this earth fort.
Reuniting on the battlefield, both sad and joyful.
An injured person whose right arm was hit so hard that the bones protruded, had refrained from crying out in pain to avoid unsettling his comrades, cried upon seeing Tamas.
Tamas also held back his tears.
Just then, Peter Buniel came over.
"Captain," Peter Buniel's gaze initially flickered but gradually became firm, "You can't stay here, while things are calm now, leave from the south. I'll dispatch some men to escort you."
