"I don't know when we'll be able to withdraw,"
a patrol squad muttered quietly as they walked along the road.
In the military, such words were not permitted.
But when out and accompanied by fellows from the same city, complaints were inevitable.
"Hmph! Just wait, after all the Mages and the churches have pulled out, then it'll be our turn,"
"We charge first in battle and retreat last. We're the ones who get exhausted the most,"
"Exhausted? The others go back to rewards and lands, while we might get a few more silver coins at most."
"Forget it, some people say we'll get Gold Coins."
"Gold Coins for those who die in battle, do you dare to take that money?"
"Stop talking nonsense..." Halfway through his sentence, the man suddenly paused, curiously asking, "Did you hear something?"
The others all listened intently, their faces changing instantaneously.
One of them, somewhat panicked, took out a flare and shot it ahead.
Whoosh—pop!