As the two sentries relieving them came out, they exchanged sinister grins, scooped up two handfuls of snow to put out the warming campfire, and ducked back into their tent.
Damn it, they've even bought off the common soldiers—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 the most basic chevaux-de-frise or barricades, and the surrounding terrain was completely flat with no natural defenses to rely on. One look made it obvious that no long-term stationing was intended here.
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