General Lofey and Tyriece heard the commotion outside. The latter crawled to the tent opening and sneaked a peek through the slit... and the hairs on his nape stood on end while his eyes enlarged with what he saw. He hurriedly moved backward with his bottom mopping the dirt with his pants.
"General, I think we need to find another way to get out of this tent if we want to save our necks."
"Why? What did you see?"
"More soldiers with bloodshot eyes are outside."
"So Mafan had more men than we thought." The general went to the dead soldier's head and saw a black thin object under its hair. He cut a piece of cloth from the soldier's shirt and picked the object, placing it in his pocket.
"General, we need to get out of here now. Or are you willing to cut more heads?" Tyriece said, standing near the tent's door in case the soldiers would barge in.
