"That son-of-a-bitch bastard! If I ever run into him again, I swear with my own hands I'll tear his skull right off!"
Yegor could already picture how his commanding officer would plant a heavy palm square across his face the moment he got back!
Still, time was running out for Yegor. Since they had failed to finish off that man, their only option now was a rapid retreat. The female slaves in the village couldn't be taken along—haunting them down would only waste precious time.
Chapter 64