By morning, captured soldiers and the troops who had chosen to leave separated at the fork in the road. Wei stood beside the map with two captains, checking each group’s route. The returning soldiers would take the southern road, away from the coalition’s supply wagons.
Yan stood at the marker. “The bridge crossings stay open if you don’t attack the evacuation road. Keep your weapons sheathed until you’re clear of our posts.”
A soldier looked at the bound officers. “Does that apply to them?”
“The captured officers will be questioned,” Wei said. “They’ll be fed and treated. The rest of you can travel home.”
Several soldiers exchanged glances. One had been standing near Xun when the Mandate began. He stepped forward and asked whether their personal belongings would be searched.
“You may take your clothes, food, and family papers,” Wei said. “Leave the weapons and the medicine you took from the bridge.”
The soldier nodded and lifted a worn pack. A silver needle case slipped from its side. Yan bent to return it.
“My mother’s,” the soldier said. “She sent it when I joined.”
