"But it's been 16 minutes."
His gaze scanned the trees ahead of them, his keen instincts telling him they weren't alone.
"If they attack us now, it could result in many casualties since we're on open space."
Maxime followed his gaze, squinting. He couldn't see anything at first, but a slight movement drew his attention to a ridge to the west. A dark silhouette moved swiftly between the trees, almost imperceptible.
"Up there." he whispered, casting a quick glance in the direction of the dark silhouette.
Leïla nodded, confirming his observation.
"Dravaks. And they know we're here."
A murmur ran through the soldiers, but no one moved without a direct order from their captain.
Clearly, their guerrilla plan was going to fail completely and turn into a head-on confrontation.
But Leila was confident that even against the Dravaks, her mercenaries had a chance.
After a few seconds, and sensing something coming, Leïla shouted:
