Soon, a few small platforms made of earth popped up among a few clear spaces.
Someone rather big jumped from one to another, passing over the heads of the large crowd. Soon, the person stopped in the middle of the mob of people.
"Goodness…" Mao said, whistling. "How many is this?"
Sammy jumped to one of the platforms, using it as his vantage point as he shot. "You're late. And about two thousand…" he said, belatedly answering the question."
"We encountered a few mobs from that side, fortunately, it's all village-level," he shrugged. "Also, that's a lot more than we thought."
Because the mission had so many variables, they naturally managed their expectations. They had already convinced themselves that no matter how many or how few they ended up rescuing, they had already done their best.
