Milan squeezed out of the crowd at full speed, darting through the gaps between one Mecha after another and row upon row of camp beds. The thought that he was somewhere in here made her heart beat faster and faster......
The warrior went on with his story.
How they repelled the enemy's attack at Position 347, how they turned the tables with only one battered Mecha left, how they disguised themselves as the enemy and swaggered straight toward the second defensive line, how they raided the enemy's camp, armed themselves and set up two ambushes to wipe out two more of the enemy's Armored Camps, and how they then feinted in the east to strike in the west and lured the tiger away from the mountain.
The warriors and officers around him listened in silence. At the hair-raising parts they broke out in a cold sweat, at the exhilarating parts their blood boiled. One by one they were utterly engrossed, minds racing, carried away.
