The gentry returned to the expectant militia and relayed Tulin's words once more.
The militia were utterly disappointed and desperate, some cried on the spot while others whispered among themselves, preparing to flee overnight.
Seeing this, Tulin was anxious and wanted to inform Anglu Ralflavich, the company commander, immediately.
But before he could get up, Anglu sought him out first, accompanied by a strange middle-aged soldier.
Tulin, regardless of the stranger's presence, hurriedly explained the situation.
Anglu's expression became serious, while the middle-aged soldier did not seem worried at all.
Instead, he found it quite amusing and looked interestedly at Anglu's reaction, causing Tulin to be even more frustrated.
"This situation," Anglu scratched his head, pondering, and said, "the Centurion and I discussed what to do, he even gave an example..."
The middle-aged soldier found it increasingly amusing.
"What did the Centurion say to do?" Tulin asked impatiently.