It would seem the new recruits were still sorely in need of training. If they'd moved half so fast in battle, more of them would have lived. "Bring him to me." "Yes, Sir!" the private turned and beat a retreat. "G-General, we caught him." Gray-green eyes flared. "What?" he barked at the private trying not to shake before him. He snapped his head down at the sound of boots squishing in the muddy swamp that their camp had become. "Stupid bitch," he muttered under his breath. He shoved strands of silver-touched black hair from his eyes, looking up at the dark gray sky.
TheĬhaos of battle had finally ceased, and his men would shortly be bringing him the last irritant of the evening – the bastard Salharan who had managed to attack their camp at rest. Prologue Dieter scrubbed at his face, willing away his exhaustion.
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