At this time, behind Lafayette's command position, near their camp, Lana had hidden away to catch some sleep, and just now had awoken.
Lana looked around suspiciously, trying to grasp the situation.
He heard the thunderous sound of artillery from the south.
"His Excellency the General is still fighting," Lana thought to himself, "Wasn't the damage I did last night enough?"
Just then, he suddenly spotted a group of ragged soldiers, supporting each other as they limped and hobbled toward the rear.
Lana thought for a moment, and a plan came to mind.
He tore off his Senior Sergeant's rank insignia and smeared some more dirt on himself, so his outfit almost resembled that of an officer's.
Then with a leap, he jumped in front of the retreating soldiers and shouted, "Which unit are you from!"
The retreating soldiers were startled and looked at Lana, still frazzled.
