Hearing this, the Miansa soldiers jumped up in excitement. Yes! They shouted.
Thomas returned to his troop with a slight smile on his face. He had bought some time for his troop to recover their strength. 'I hope we find a way out of our current predicament.'
Thomas stopped in from of his soldiers. "Choose among yourself the ten weakest among you to fight the barbarians."
Hearing this, the soldiers widening their eyes. Why should we choose the weakest when they would send their strongest? They thought. Seeing their expression, Thomas knew what was going on in their mind.
"if none of you could defeat the best among them. Then, all the training had gone to waste on you. And after this battle, you must leave Division A. I don't want useless and cowardly people around me." Thomas said blankly.
