Chapter 77 Cornered Beast

Bard, who had rushed from the refugee camp to the front line, came to see Winters first, "The people of Terdun want to surrender?"

"Yes," Winters, hunched over a map, and sketching, took a sheepskin bag with his left hand and handed it to Bard without lifting his head, "I haven't agreed."

Comrades in arms didn't need pleasantries or formalities.

Bard took the sheepskin bag, took a sip of clear water, and quietly waited for Winters to continue.

Winters tossed aside his charcoal pencil and called over a runner to take the map away.

With no one else in the temporary command post, he didn't need to hide his weariness any longer.

He walked over to the bucket in the corner of the tent and washed his face vigorously with cold water, "The Herders claim they're willing to return all the plunder and offer up three thousand warhorses, calling for an end to hostilities—retaining their weapons, flags, a dignified surrender. Humph, now the Herders are playing this game, too!"