The aged militiamen upon hearing the word "Shuangqiao Market," ventured to ask, "From the sound of it, are you a veteran?"
Winters nodded, "You could say that."
"But you don't look very old."
"I enlisted early."
"Then about this battle," the older militiamen anxiously questioned, "can we win it?"
Winters poked the campfire and sighed, "Hard to say. Anything can happen on the battlefield, but I think we do stand a chance."
"Tell us about... that 'head for land' order," the young, complaining militiaman quietly asked, "Is that true? Really get an acre for a head?"
"To my knowledge, there hasn't been an incident where it wasn't honored."
The complaining young militiaman suddenly became very enthusiastic and asked excitedly, "So if I take ten heads, I'll be rich, right? Become a landlord!"
