12/12 Lin Ping
Perfect for an army of superior force. Soon the plain would fill with an enemy bent on destroying his defenses—and they would, too. Lin Ping would fill his trenches the first day and pound his walls flat the next. He and the others would trudge off to Lambaesis in disgrace— “Centurion!” came a mocking voice, “how deep you want these ditches?” Anger flashed through Vectis. What’s the matter with these men? Don’t they realize in two days this place will be crawling with soldiers? Look at them! Smirking, enjoying a cheap joke. He hadn’t asked to command. He ran his eyes down the line of men leaning on their shovels—they moved like old women. This will not work, he thought, not in two days.