“What is Mr. Jagoan really like?” Shania asked curiously.
Jagoan glanced at Shania. He did not expect the heiress to think so much and turned the topic to Jagoan.
However, Jagoan did not think much about it.
He quickly replied, “Commander is a good leader that’s hard to find. He’s not only strong, but he‘s also good at leading troops. I’ve never seen a commander comparable to him.”
Shania glanced over her shoulder at Jagoan in the distance, her beautiful eyes glimmering.
“You seem to admire Mr. Jagoan…”
Jagoan immediately said without hesitation, “He’s my commander. I’ve followed him for years. I admire him, of course.”
“You’re right…” Shania nodded.
Jagoan raised his wrist, looked at the waterproof watch on his left wrist, and said, “Ms. Lewis, Mr. Ur…”
“I’m Uriah. My name is Uriah,” Uriah said as he interrupted Jagoan.
“Alright, Mr. Uriah, it’s time we eat. Breaks usually don’t last more than half an hour. We have to hurry,” Jagoan said, trying to be polite.
Though Shania was an heiress, she did not willfully defy Jagoan’s orders. She nodded and prepared to return to the camp with Uriah’s help to get some food.
Just then, Jagoan’s expression changed suddenly.
“What’s the matter, Commander Young?” Shania asked curiously.
Jagoan did not answer. He looked up at the mountains in the distance.
His face became increasingly pale as he watched the smoke rising from them. Then he quickly fell to the ground, pressed his ears to the ground, and listened.
Uriah’s expression turned pale at the sight.
Jagoan got up from the ground and said quickly, “Someone’s here. There are more than 100 people and horses…”
With that said, Jagoan looked over his shoulder toward the camp and shouted, “Enemy attack!”
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