The gold-star general turned pale. These guys are twenty times more numerous and better armed than they are. And they had such a good dinner. This is going to be trouble.
Toney also said that the silver-star general wanted to know when they planned to attack.
That made the general even more desperate. If they were asking about that, then they must already be planning the attack.
"Well, tell him that it will be a little after midnight tomorrow," he lied. He hoped he'd come up with something by then.
Toney went back to the silver-star general's camp and reported what he had learned.
The general got scared. Those guys are ten times more numerous than they are, and he guessed right, they were planning an attack. They would surely lose this battle. He quickly called a war council, and there they decided to surrender and ask for a safe retreat. Let the enemy do what they want with this land.
He sent Toney back again.
"Why don't they discuss these things over the phone?" the robotlet grumbled to himself as he walked along the narrow path what he had tread before.