"How was that, Captain Dark? Before the impregnable defenses of my army, no enemy could possibly break through."
Captain Puxiniri emphasized repeatedly in his usual reserved tone how fortified his position was and how strong and brave his soldiers were. It seemed as if his men were superheroes, capable of fighting ten at a time, not fearing the little artillery fire, and regarding the Pointed-Eared Heretics as nothing but chickens and dogs, easily toppled with a push. Meanwhile, the captain walked unhurriedly, chest out, but with a subtle decrease in the bend of his knees. Moreover, the closer they got to the front, the more he talked.
"Indeed, the army has built these trenches with great care."
The beautiful young woman turned around, her naval cap replaced by a civilian duckbill cap, and her gorgeous navy uniform concealed by a military coat—yet her beauty was undiminished, adding a touch of approachability.
