Book 3.5: Chapter 12
“Good grief, I didn’t want to say this, but the bean soup you make tastes terrible.”
“Make your own then. I’m not your mom.”
The red uniform soldiers sat around the fire of the improvised camp and chatted. A can filled with beef soup and warmth was placed above the fire. A soldier came over to sit, picked up a piece of black bread, cut it up into pieces with a knife and threw it in.
*Schhwaff*
Arrows fired from inside the forest were suddenly heard. One of the arrows accurately hit the bean soup, immediately putting out the fire. The countless fire torches in the camp were quickly shot down drowning the camp in darkness in an instant. The red uniform soldiers didn’t panic at all. They immediately rose and took up their rifles. However, a barrage of arrows flew towards them from every direction. While the camp was pitch black, the arrows still accurately found their way to the necks of the red uniform soldiers.
“Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!!”
The sound of chaos could soon be heard within the camp. The red uniform soldiers quickly took cover in various places and opened fire in the direction of the forest. However, all they heard was the sound of leaves and branches falling to the ground. Every soldier that fired their rifle had revealed their locations. Their hearts were pierced by arrows virtually the instant after they fired their rifles.
“Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! Light up your torches! Light up your torches!”
A few torches got lit up only for them to catch the sight of a sword before their eyes. The elves charged at them from every direction. They neither screamed nor gave orders. They just listened to the sounds of the leaves rustling which was the sound of them running around in the forest.