Night had fallen, and the sentries at the outer perimeter of Lafayette's first brigade's camp were yawning.
"Perk up!" the Sergeant overseeing the watch scolded, "Open your eyes wide, the enemy is right in front of us!"
The sentry quickly stood at attention, then couldn't help but yawn again.
The Sergeant directly slapped the back of the sentry's head: "Damn it! I need to wake your brain up!"
"Stop! Don't hit me! I know I'm wrong, Sergeant!" the sentry immediately pleaded for mercy, "It's pitch-dark at this late hour, no one will come to attack us by surprise! If I were the enemy, I would've been scared off and run away by now!"
The Sergeant curled his lip: "What you're saying is indeed the truth, we do have a huge advantage, and it's likely that tomorrow's battle will end in our victory. But because of that, this is exactly why we need to be on high alert to prevent the enemy from getting any clever ideas!"
The sentry shouted, "Yes!"
