The two sentries changing shifts watched them leave with sinister smirks. They scooped up handfuls of snow to extinguish the campfire that had been providing warmth, then ducked into their tents.
"Damn it! Even the privates have been bought off; they want to freeze me to death!"
This was a tiny, makeshift camp consisting of about twenty tents, ringed by supply wagons. There were no defensive anti-cavalry stakes or caltrops on the perimeter, and the surrounding terrain was flat and indefensible. It was clear that no one intended for this unit to be stationed here for long.
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