The desert bandits had chosen to strike at 8 PM in the evening.
At this time, the soldiers had already started sleeping.
The entire camp was extremely quiet.
The only sound was the night breeze blowing, causing the campfire flames to quiver.
Looking out into the sky, the stars shone bright. The Milky Way hung upside down, while the moon hung up high. Along with the vast and never ending desert, it gave one a truly lonely but peaceful feeling.
"Who?"
The soldier in charge of sentry duties noticed a few torches in the distance.
Puchi!
A sharp arrow replied to him.
The desert bandits, who had laid in wait for so long, finally revealed their fangs. Forty to fifty thousand desert bandits charged over from all directions, encircling the entire camp.
Torches that counted in the tens of thousands lit up the desert.
Successive arrows shot the soldier in charge of sentry duties.
His low cries alerted the other patrolling soldiers.
Following which, the entire camp woke up.
