Chapter Twenty-Five
“This is the territory of the Allobroges,” Karina said as she sat with Hannibal, Rocrainium, Autumn, and Sarge in the shelter of a huge boulder. “The valley runs to the southeast and climbs steadily toward the summit.” She moved the iPad so Hannibal and Roc could see the map. “The Allobroges will attack from the heights where the gorge narrows to a rocky trail barely wide enough for the wagons and elephants to pass through.”
“Is there a way around this place?” Hannibal asked.
“Only if we go back two days, then head south,” Karina said.
Hannibal shook his head. “We cannot lose those days.”
Sarge switched on his comm. “Joaquin.”
“Yeah, Sarge,” Joaquin answered.
“We’ve got a hundred and fifty rounds for the M-24, right?”
“I think so.”
“Check on it, then call me ba
