Col made a full round of the barracks from the outside. He needed a clear picture before deciding what came next.
The main door was secured from the exterior by Ric's soldiers, timber braced against timber. At the far end, the secondary door had a crate jammed against its base. One of the soldiers had thought of that without being told.
Along the wall sat two ground-level windows. They were too narrow for a man to squeeze through, but wide enough for a crossbow. Two bolts had already come from those since the yard had been taken, and one had nearly caught a man crossing open ground. The company had learned quickly and kept clear of those.
He counted the exits twice to make certain he had missed nothing, then counted men. Based on who had emerged during the fighting and who had remained inside, he estimated roughly one hundred behind the stone walls.
Next came the wagons. At the logistics crew's current pace, loading would take four to six hours.
That was the real problem.
