Veterans love to grumble, it's a privilege reserved for the seasoned soldier. They moan about the food, the weather, the idiotic centurions, the ill-fitting boots, as if there's nothing in this world that could ever satisfy them.
And the Dusack veterans, they are particularly fond of grumbling.
Due to the special system of lifelong service, most of the temporarily conscripted Dusacks were seasoned veterans who had served seven years of active duty, many of whom already had beards aplenty, with some even boasting of grandchildren.
When they were conscripted, it was said they'd go fight the Herd Barbarians; beat the Herd Barbarians back, and they could return home.
So the Dusacks, young and old alike, whether willingly or unwillingly, mounted their warhorses, packed up their rations, and headed to the wilderness camp for assembly.
And the result?
