Less than five hundred meters in a straight line distance away, four teams of Rumelians are working against the Earth tossing up one after another shovel of yellow into the sky, kissing the metal in their hands against the frozen soil working their way for the trenches as ordered. While as compared the bunch of Ottoman higher ups are just standing there on the walls, watching everything going on right before their eyes.
Semseddin arrived on the spot, and immediately he made the similar assumption as the rest thinking that the enemies must be digging tunnels to reach the underground of the walls.
