As the two sentries being relieved saw them come out, they exchanged sinister grins, scooped up two handfuls of snow to put out the warming campfire, and then ducked back into their tent.
Damn it, even the common soldiers have been bought off. They're trying to freeze me to death!
This was a very small encampment consisting of about twenty tents, surrounded by a circle of carts. The outer perimeter lacked even Czech hedgehogs or caltrops, and the nearby terrain was flat with no strategic defensive positions to rely on, clearly showing they had no intention of staying long-term.
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