Deep within the tropical rainforest.
In a simple camp, soldiers armed with darts kept a watchful eye from the wooden tower. But this 'soldier' was green and nervous.
The camp was filled with wounded, and the screams from amputations performed without anesthesia could be heard from time to time.
Inside the central wooden hut.
"Damn white devils ... how did they find our main force?"
The middle-aged man who had previously evacuated with Tony and others looked grim, slamming his fist on the table.
Bang!
Massive strength instantaneously created an indentation on the wooden table.
Most of the Rebel Army members around him were wounded, and Tony, with a blood-stained head bandage, also seemed distraught.
After they'd stolen the treasure map fragments from Glaston Castle and brought them back to the Rebel Army Headquarters, their Headquarters was immediately attacked by the 'white devils'!
Thinking of the scene at the time, Tony couldn't help but close his eyes.
