Gartz planted a hand on the hide map. “We don’t hit the walls when we have such a long march ahead. We must preserve our forces.”
His finger traced the rivers feeding the delta. “Food keeps that fort standing. We cut it off. Sink the boats. Burn the storehouses. Nothing moves beyond the pass.”...
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