"We have movement, Your Majesty," Charles said, looking through a telescope at Malbrok. Alfred smiled and took it off him. From the back entrance at Malbork, thousands of soldiers slowly funnelled out in a tight formation.
"Attacking them will be impossible." Alfred sighed but shook his head, redirecting his attention to the fort itself. "A few are being left behind. Hundreds. Maybe more." Alfred handed the telescope back, letting Charles look.
"Hundreds seem more likely. You said it would take a while for everyone to get sick. Those guys must have already been susceptible to illness." Alfred nodded with a wide grin.
