When Braeden saw where the enemy soldiers were leading them to, he wanted to let loose a string of curses.
Looking at the legendary wall of Ash City, Braeden felt a shiver run down his spine. It was bad enough that they had to enter the Steppes, but now the enemy wanted them to enter this sacred city.
Braeden's men awaited his orders, for they too were apprehension about entering this city.
Making his decision, Braeden stared into his men's eyes.
"We have our orders! We are to capture these men alive. If they persist on fighting, our orders are to kill. We will enter in groups of five. Prepare yourselves!"
Braeden turned to his second in command and his captains.
"Two of you with your platoon will stay here and guard the entrance. If anyone other than our men come out, detain them. Until I come back." Two captains ran off the see to securing the entrance.
"Trevan set up camp 50 meters away from the gates. I doubt we will finish before nightfall."
"En."