"With all do respect sir, shout that to the enamy when half our men are dead and the other half are running away in fright." Dem said. He looked back over his shoulder at the notly assortment of men they had.
"Kruick, I'm going to end up training these men properly." He commented. He looked over at the two of them.
"Well, how many men have both of you killed?" He asked flatly.
"And yes, it does pertain to our current state of afairs, and before you ask, I've killed enough men to have lost count."