43 Until Later
With skilled hands and a sense of urgency, the soldiers assessed the injuries, applying bandages and makeshift splints to broken limbs. They moved swiftly and efficiently, guided by their training and the instinct to save lives. The wounded were carefully lifted onto stretchers and carried to the waiting wagons with utmost care.
The wagons, sturdy and dependable, stood ready nearby. They were quickly transformed into makeshift ambulances, their interiors lined with soft bedding and medical supplies. The soldiers gently placed the injured survivors on the wagons, ensuring their comfort and stability for the journey ahead.
A sense of purpose and determination filled the air as soldiers worked in unison, their actions driven by a shared commitment to provide aid and relief. Some soldiers ran back and forth, retrieving water and food to sustain the injured, their expressions mirroring a deep sense of empathy and care.
"I have seen you in better conditions, Lord Hugo," A man wearing a full plate silver armor that also covered most of his face declared. "The kingdom's army won't move at night, so you have the chance to tell us what happened for quite a while."
Hugo and his brothers found themselves in a peculiar predicament as they encountered the commanding officer of the army that had come to their aid. Though they were grateful for the assistance, the weight of their recent experiences made it difficult for them to engage in conversation with the officer.
An air of tension hung between them, fueled by the stark contrast of their roles. Hugo and his brothers were once leaders themselves, commanding respect and loyalty from their own troops. Now, they stood before a higher-ranking officer, someone they were expected to defer to and follow.
The struggle to reconcile their past positions of authority with their current circumstances created a palpable unease. It was a delicate balance between acknowledging the officer's authority and asserting their own knowledge and experience. Their pride and independence clashed with the necessity of cooperation in this new alliance.
After much hesitation, Hugo, Lorence, and Roan explained what happened… their brother betrayed their family and the kingdom. That resulted in the deaths of thousands of those who were loyal to their family, even some of the kids of the family weren't spared of the bloodshed.
"How troubling," The commander said. "I'd daresay that Leo annihilated your forces and didn't chase you, knowing that you would be useless without your soldiers. I don't see any point in letting you all come with us when you don't have any use."
"Don't joke around, Revan," Hugo said. "We know Tristan like the back of our hands. We will recover and dispose of the bad blood that stained our honor. Leo has some of the inhabitants under his control, but they will fight with us if they know that we are there to rescue them."
"Civilians won't be of much use in a fight," Revan said.
Aside from sentimentalism, those three also presented other reasons why they should go as well. They showcased their experience in guerrilla warfare, highlighting their ability to adapt to unpredictable situations, exploit enemy weaknesses, and engage in unconventional warfare. They emphasized that their specialized skills would be crucial in a challenging urban environment.
They demonstrated their comprehensive understanding of the enemy's tactics, strengths, and vulnerabilities. They presented strategies to exploit these weaknesses and turn them into advantages during the battle.
They emphasized the symbolic significance of reclaiming their hometown, portraying it as a rallying point for morale and a symbol of resistance against the enemy. They also highlighted the strategic advantages it would offer in terms of logistics, communication, and control over resources.
"... I suppose you make a point," Revan said. "Our King will want a demonstration if your family still is what it was in the past. You will have to show your loyalty and competence if you want to reclaim your honor."
Rain didn't like those words… he could tell that his father and uncle had a lot of weight on their shoulders, and they might have to do a lot to repair the damage that Leo caused, even at the risk of their own lives.
Those three nodded and then prepared for the journey the next day. The few soldiers that were with them decided to follow them and try to reclaim Tristan no matter the cost.
"I suppose in times like this, after making sure that their families are well and alive, soldiers will think of their honor next," Rain thought.
"Sorry for burdening you all further, but we will be heading to recover Tristan," Roan said after he approached his family. "You will well last night, Roan. Just as expected, your future is bright like no other."
That was a serious death flag… Roan wished that he could go with his father. Still, that would make him a laughing stock to the royal army if he needed the help of a five-year-old boy.
"Look after your mother and sisters while I am away, all right?" Roan said and then messed with Rain's hair. "This will be a cinch."
"We will be waiting for you, and this time, return in one piece," Leiah said.
"Of course, until later," Roan said and then smiled.
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