As the two relieving sentries saw them come out, they exchanged sinister grins, scooped up two handfuls of snow to put out the campfire used for warmth, 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 chevaux-de-frise or caltrops, and the surrounding terrain was flat with no strategic defenses to speak of—it was obvious no one intended to stay here long.
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