In the evening, four or five officers gathered around a campfire, silent for a long while, the atmosphere oppressively heavy.
It was none other than Hutile and his men, and from the look of things, it was clear they had suffered a defeat. If not for the urgency of escape, a makeshift headquarters would not be absent.
The most spirited among them, Botiolayek, was the first to break the silence, "Come on, speak up. Everyone's got such long faces, as if somebody's family member just died.
Is it just because of a defeat? From the beginning, our plan was to fight and retreat simultaneously. It's just that this time we were a bit more embarrassed."
The only true allies of the Rebel Army were those few seated there; everyone else was expendable, their lives hardly a concern.
