Marcus moved with his five hundred men. Whilst it wasn't ideal and would mean he would be outnumbered, he didn't trust the Commonwealth soldiers, and they didn't trust him. He knew that as the new commander, he could whip them into submission. He had thought about it many times, but there were better ways. If he was going to hold the South, he needed the complete trust of the Commonwealth troops. He didn't care about the nobility. They weren't commanders, and he had no obligation to them. Only those who had been fighting with him deserved respect.
"Commander." A scout came from ahead and saluted towards Marcus. "Up ahead, I can't a large camp. 500 plus." Marcus frowned and looked behind him. Many of the men that had come weren't calverly. They didn't have the resources to send over horses alongside the men and could only rely on infantry.
