CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Phoenix leapt from his hiding place, closely followed by his battle contingent. Together, they merged with other bands. A thundering, roaring mass of men charged toward the northern edges of Bhumaka’s camp. The sound of sixty-thousand male voices screaming abuse and sixty thousand pairs of feet thudding on the dry ground was awe-inspiring. A forest of swords, spears and knives of all description waved toward the brightening sky. Swarms of arrows darkened it again as archers rose to their feet to shoot over the heads of their own men and into Bhumaka’s camp.
Since the idea wasn’t to engage the whole enemy army, they were under orders to stick to the northern border of the camp. They were to make enough noise to rouse all the soldiers to combat. Accordingly, when P
