The drawing of lots was soon over, and the fifty-person squad left the camp to investigate the docks.
Not Playing If I'm Not Having Fun led the others in settling the hundred-odd refugees.
Honestly, this job was hardly difficult for Not Playing If I'm Not Having Fun and the others. They were educated people, after all, and had studied or seen similar situations before. Besides, there was plenty of room in the camp, and no shortage of food.
So Not Playing If I'm Not Having Fun soon arranged their accommodation and assigned a few players to watch over the refugees, lest they cause trouble.
Perhaps the arrival of a hundred-odd refugees had whetted the surrounding Snake-Men's appetites, or perhaps the departure of fifty players had made them see an opportunity.
That afternoon, squads of Snake-Men began appearing around the camp, slithering forward to launch probing attacks and firing at the wooden walls with javelins, bows, and similar weapons.
The players in the watchtowers usually spotted them in advance and fired warning shots. More players would gather from nearby, climb onto the wooden walls, and fire volleys at the Snake-Man squads.
Once the gunfire started, the Snake-Men retreated regardless of whether they had suffered casualties. A little while later, they would crawl over from another direction and launch another probing charge.
After several rounds of this, the players understood what the Snake-Men were doing... wearing them down.
The mercenary players therefore held a meeting and drew up a rotation, deciding who would form a mobile force to respond wherever needed and who would rest to recover their energy for the fighting that night.
Toward evening, the fifty players who had left returned. Apart from using up some gunpowder, they had not lost a single person and had even brought back another