Two relieving sentries saw them come out, exchanged grim smiles, scooped up two handfuls of snow to put out the warming campfire, and then ducked back into the tent.
Damn it, even the foot soldiers have been bought off! They are trying to freeze me to death!
This was a very small encampment consisting of about twenty tents, surrounded by a perimeter of supply carts. There were not even any caltrops or chevaux-de-frise set up outside, and the surrounding terrain was flat with no natural defenses—clearly showing they had no intention of staying long-term.
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