During each of our turns on watch through the night, we observed the army passing by in the plain. And they ceased to throw out units to their flanks.
In the light of day we finally could ascertain that these troops belonged to the world government. Most looked fresh and ready for action, but there were a few that appeared wasted, just limping along. And those were prodded forward mercilessly. Prisoners.
The units left behind in ambush waited unmoving all day. We could see them for we knew where to look, but invisible, we were sure, to anyone below.
Their trap looks to be a failure. The end of the retreating army came in view with no one in pursuit.