Chapter 215: The Guilty Savior
There were a few not-so-bright people actively participating in the discussions, so why should he hold his ideas back?
At the very least, he wouldn’t suggest painting themselves purple with natural dyes from berries, powders, and fungi, and pretend to be the fellkin.
"Hit them with their own tactics and slaughter them all!" the man said.
Hal couldn’t help but be amazed at the older guy for even having the guts to suggest his plan.
It was creative and fresh, for sure, but effective?
Eugh.
Hal’s mind was stirred by the discussions, and a few ideas were forming in his head.
The main problem was that they couldn’t head east, but they couldn’t stay inside the cave, either, as they didn’t have enough logistical supplies to do so.
They didn’t even have enough water to drink!
Rehydration was one of the bigger problems, as the older men believed they would have to engage the enemy one way or another and break through for there to be a chance to return to the empire, but how could they win when they’re hungry and thirsty?
The resources the Thirteenth Regiment had were about to run out, and they were banking on the Fourteenth’s resources to make it through and gather more, but as it turned out, Emmanuel and his men had nothing.
They managed to recover a great deal of energy after a decently lengthy sleep, but they would inevitably be weaker on parched throats and growling stomachs.