Ioannes pov:
Ioannes strode through the temporary camp, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers as they went about their evening routines. The air was filled with the aroma of cooking fires and the sound of men chatting , thought not laughing amidst their preparations for supper. After all who would dare laugh few days after a loss?If any dared they would find themselves beaten , during the night by soldiers who lost their friends in the battle..
During their hasty retreat after the battle, those unable to walk had been left behind, deemed too great a liability to carry, it was too risky to slow down what if the enemy decided to pursue?.As such inside the camp there were no seriously wounded soldiers, only light one that could still walk. Some had tried to bring their companions on their back , though by the end they were either left behind or in the end they disregarded the dead weight, It was a harsh , but the truth.
