Chapter 57: The Triumphal Song_2

Chatan's head collided with something hard, and darkness clouded his vision as he lost consciousness.

Thirty meters from the Taltai Division camp, with his hair still dripping wet, Winters raised his military saber and barked an order, "Ready!"

Behind Winters, hidden in the darkness, crouched eighteen warriors, their lips purplish-blue, bodies shaking.

In front of Winters stood four stalwart warriors, carefully chosen.

To evade the Terdun sentries, twenty-two warriors had followed Winters, swimming across the river upstream from two kilometers away, clutching sheepskin bags.

The Herders would never have imagined that they had unintentionally taught the enemy how to use sheepskin bags to stay afloat.

The four stalwart warriors each lifted a palm-sized iron-gray grenade to eyebrow height, with a long fuse extending from the top of the iron sphere.

Winters walked behind the four, not striking a flint but four strands of gunpowder fuse had already begun to burn.