“Numbers won’t decide this battle.” Tain Hu hooked the bow behind her calf and bent to string it. “My aunt called it jagisczion. Forest war. The battle is won with confusion, deception, and ferocity. We will make them think that the woods are full of us and that they will surely die unless they flee. I need to be close to the line, with the reserves, so I can strike at the tipping point.”
