But overnight, the East Bank of the Anya River was ablaze with beacon fires.
In all the villages and towns, they were either already raided by the Rebel Cavalry, or traces of the Rebel Cavalry had been spotted nearby.
"These little bastards are using Herdman's tactics," Colonel Gaisa scanned the briefing ten lines at a glance, tossed it back onto the table, stretched his arms languidly, and asked, "What's for breakfast?"
"White bread, red soup, boiled eggs," Captain Hudson replied rapidly, pressing further, "Aren't we going to do something about it? Sending a few men back wouldn't hurt, rather than letting the Rebels have their way."
"I'm asking what the grunts are having for breakfast?"
"Coarse bread, mixed vegetable soup."
"That's not too bad."
"So, we're really not going to deal with it?" Captain Hudson asked again.
"Why should we?" Colonel Gaisa used a wet towel to wipe his face and scalp as if washing up.
"The Rebels are pillaging our villages!"