While Soka was deploying men and arranging his forces, Chen Mo and William were discussing matters.
"Great Captain William, more than ten minutes have passed. Why hasn't anyone attacked from outside?" Chen Mo asked.
They had treated the wounded, set up temporary defensive positions, gathered everything they could, and prepared their weapons. Everything that needed preparing had been prepared, yet no enemies appeared no matter how long they waited.
The few of them guarded the temporary fortifications cautiously, all growing mentally exhausted.
If they remained tense for too long, their reactions would slow when the enemy truly attacked.
But if the enemy refused to attack, there was nothing any of them could do. Were they supposed to notify the enemy that they were ready and waiting for an attack? What a joke!
Thus, they were all somewhat baffled. What was going on? Had those fellows who ran outside simply stayed out there, waiting for them to emerge so they could shoot them dead with Sniper Rifles?
Of course, Chen Mo's Spiritual Sense could scan the outside, so he knew the general situation. But he could not tell the others; all he could do was pretend to be just as uninformed.
William frowned as well, at a loss for words. He had thought the temporary fortifications would let them hold off enemies entering through the front and rear doors, perhaps even defeat them! But more than ten minutes had passed without a single enemy in sight. It was as though they had seen ghosts!
"I don't know either. Maybe these Easterners are performing some ritual!" As far as Cambodia's people were concerned, William only knew that they liked Buddhism and chanting scriptures. He seemed to have heard that when an army attacked, Monks had to perform rituals first. Perhaps that was