"Bringing everyone out to work in the middle of the night," the young Junior Officer rubbed his fingers, sheepishly defending himself, "we have to entertain ourselves somehow."
The Officer smiled and patted the Junior Officer's shoulder with tolerance, advising, "Next time, have them wipe off the markings on the barrels, then they won't be picked out at first glance."
The Junior Officer hesitated for a moment, "We wiped them off, and then all the barrels were opened, and the gunpowder got damp. Plus, they always find a way... forget it, let's not talk about this anymore, this way, sir."
The Officer said nothing more; after all, he had risked a lot to cross enemy lines in the dead of night onto the island, not just to inspect the troops.
He flicked his cloak, took a deep breath, and under the Duty Officer's guidance, lowered his head and stepped through the small door that led into the Fortress.
