By night time, Dave was standing on the palace porch, looking over the bustling city. The citizens and soldiers were doing hard work in creating pits and fortifying the city streets. They used the lumber from the forest nearby to build wooden spiked walls and blocked the streets.
Dave had ordered more of these spiked walls be placed around the city. He was planning on fighting outside the city walls when morning comes.
An icon in the side of Dave's vision blinked. Dave focused his eyes on it and it grew up into a notification.
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Most of the enemy food stocks have been burnt.
Soldiers who have drunk from the river water have been poisoned.
Enemy morale has sharply decreased.
Rioting and chaos are more prone to ensue in the enemy command.
Enemy numbers are decreasing rapidly.
Overnight casualties.
2,126 and counting up.
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