At the same time, the two battalions inside the triangular fortress were frantically raising its height, continuing to stack a high wall on top of the triangular fortress with sacks of sheepskin and burlap filled with earth.
The logistics chiefs of both the Da Vineta Legion and the Saint Marco Legion were bleeding inwardly – for some of the less affluent civilians, sheepskin and burlap could be used as clothing, yet now they were being used generously for wall construction.
With time pressing, cost was no longer within the scope of consideration for Antonio and Layton.
Meanwhile, as the work was ardently proceeding at the front, Winters hesitated in the field camp of the two legions, wondering whether or not to knock on the door.
"Smack!" The crisp sound of a slap was so clear that even Winters, outside the door, could hear it distinctly.