After hours of arduous marching under the moonlit sky, Wilmot and his weary army finally came to a halt, seeking respite in the cover of darkness. The location they settled on for their nighttime campout was nestled in a dense forest, offering some semblance of shelter and concealment from prying eyes.
Under the shimmering moonlight, soldiers swiftly set to work. Tents of various sizes and shapes emerged amidst the trees. Each tent was meticulously positioned to form a defensive perimeter around the main command centre.
As the soldiers settled into their assigned tents, exhaustion etched across their faces. Bedrolls were unfurled, creating makeshift beds on the forest floor and campfires were kindled.
Slowly, the voices in the camp died out as the soldiers gradually fell asleep leaving only sentinels to keep watch and ensure the safety of their comrades.
