From General Castrol Andretti, by order, the eight armies left the following day.
Heading north.
Only Patrick's platoon was acting differently.
To the extent of the bandits on the streets, for the eight armies now, I thought it was an easy victory to go underground.
That's all I'm confident I've worked out.
Before further departure,
"All right! I won't allow anyone to die! Come back alive, all of you! If one of you dies, I'll double your training! Remember all the training you've been through! You can't lose after all that you've done. If one of you is in danger, follow us all! Nice."
And I made a breakthrough.
When I heard it was double, the soldiers were turning bright blue.
The Patricks were checking the movements of the eight armies a little behind them, at a critical visual distance on the plains.
"Oh, you're out, bandit"
"It's still valid to disguise it as a merchant."
"Bandits, they're just idiots"
"Oh, here we go."
"Well, aren't you too weak a bandit? It's almost over, isn't it?
"Did you not think that the bulky merchant squad, all of them, would be attacked in total?
"The distance was moderately wide, and if it's another merchant, it's classic to ignore the attacked merchant and run away."
"Oh, it's over"
"You haven't had 10 minutes."
"Excellent!"
Poor bandits, except for a few prisoners, had been exterminated.