Chapter 282 - 242: A Crushing Defeat_2
As the messenger spread the news of the victory celebration throughout the entire army, those soldiers far from home, expanding the territory of the Kingdom, plunged into a frenzy of excitement.
The army’s celebration began right after the cheering.
The soldiers practically snatched the food and fodder from the arriving supply wagons, the Stone Slaves responsible for transport being pushed aside by the tide of troops. As night fell, campfires sparked up across the encampment, the soldiers drinking and feasting all night, reveling without end.
General Beck also indulged in this rare feast, the longstanding suppression driving him to drink until drunk, unleashing a passion even greater than the other generals.
On either side of the encampment, weeds and large trees blurred into the surroundings.
As dawn approached and the soldiers tired in the midst of celebration, starlight and sparse flames flickered below.
A small group of Stone Slaves slowly climbed up to the encampment, whispering amongst themselves, then reciting Scripture to each other, praying for God’s blessing.
One agile and nimble Stone Slave climbed up the hill, sneaking into the announcer’s tent under cover of darkness, and with exceptional vision, stole a finely made horn.
That was the horn used to command the Stone Slaves.
The Stone Slave looked up, his eyes filled with loathing as he gazed at the resting soldiers.
Endless warfare, lash upon lash of whip marks, the corpses of those who had died from exhaustion—these had finally pushed the Stone Slaves carrying the supplies to their breaking point.