He made no attempt to hide the confusion in his eyes. Lowering his voice to a mosquito-like murmur, he asked the men beside him for confirmation, "Am I seeing things? Are these people taking a stroll?"
His subordinates exchanged looks. After several seconds of hesitation, one replied, "General, from what we can see, that does seem to be the case."
"I really don't get it." He shook his head and sighed softly, then fell silent, his sharp eyes continuing to watch everything in the firelight from the darkness.
Those damned knights really did seem to be strolling. Their steps were light, their arms swinging loosely. They looked as relaxed as country farmers after the autumn harvest, with none of the tension expected of knights about to face an enemy army. They seemed drunk.
The six of them watched like this for a very long time. Their thighs were going numb, and just as they could barely keep crouching, something finally changed.
The bonfires flared higher. The knights seemed to have poured oil onto them. The damned flames blazed a brilliant red without the slightest attempt at concealment, lighting up the entire camp and making their hiding place easier to spot. They had no choice but to move, finding a shadowed rock at the edge of the firelight.
When they crouched down again and looked over, Zeng Mu and Kanni were dancing, shuffling their feet comically and twisting their arms out of rhythm where the firelight met the night sky.
Zeng Mu had never known how to dance, and most of the knights were no different, so the spectacle left much to be desired. They hardly looked as though they were dancing at all. They looked more like drunken lunatics spinning aimlessly in circles.
Kanni danced fairly well, at least much