C327 Bk3: Ch–2The Battle(pt-1)

The weapon racks in the white tent were more organized than Babak’s place in the east camp. Rosa watched the different weapons polished in the tent. A younger-looking soldier entered the tent. He bowed toward them and went to sit in front of a pile of armor. He sat on the ground polishing them.

“How are you doing Pete?” Tom smiled at the boy