Chapter 8
§08. Madame Curie
Since the commencement of our pursuit, I discerned a peculiar truth.
It was the presence of an encirclement.
The methodically honed encirclement constricted gradually, neither too swiftly nor too sluggishly. It was undoubtedly beyond the capabilities of untrained vagabonds to replicate.
A decade prior, during the Battle of Sardinia where I forfeited my leg, the characteristics of modern 21st-century warfare were evident.
The British naval blockade was an auspicious beginning, yet the coastal fortresses dispersed throughout the island precluded even the British forces from entering. My division, abandoned amidst the blockade, resorted to guerrilla warfare in squad units due to inadequate strength and limited resources.
A conflict that remains unrecorded in the tactical annals of any nation in the world, an unparalleled collective guerrilla warfare unfolded. For a year, both the isolated friendly and adversarial forces underwent tremendous tactical advancements.
It was peculiar indeed to evoke such a sensation within the slums of London.
"They're corralling us," I murmured to Curie, attempting to conceal my trepidation.