India, July 31st 1801
4:43 PM
The six mercenaries were standing in front of Lukas and Leonhard. Both of the Europeans were showing very confident expressions. It's as if they had already won.
One of the mercenaries scoffed. "God damnit! So annoying! They're acting so cheeky," he complained.
Another one of them nodded his head. "Yes! I feel like crushing them," he agreed.
One of the leaders then sighed. "Calm down, will you? We shouldn't fall for their provokations. If they are successful in making us angry, then they have already won half of the fight," he said.
The other leader then nodded his head. "He's right. You can't let yourselves be affected by their provokations," he said. "Just keep yourselves chill, and we're gonna win this," the mercenary added.
Their subordinates then nodded their heads, willing to follow their leaders' orders at any cost.