This Many
It was an awful thing to do to the farmers, but the scorched earth tactic was effective for a reason. Deny your enemy supplies. Deny them food and materials. They obviously needed them, or they wouldn't have sent out four patrols.
I now had eighty feral cores. Quite a haul.
There was food inside the fort, and they would go after it soon. It was a pity because picking them off twenty at a time was a walk in the park.
I ran towards the fort before it became fully dark, tonight would be pitch black because there would be no light from the moon or stars. The fort would have torchlight and firepits. If I was the enemy I would attack an hour before dawn and ladders be damned. I wasn't sure how smart orks were but Gisael had said they lie and play tricks. So they were much smarter than ferals at least.
Dark Bear was on his way and eager for a fight. I figured I had to hold out for two or three more days until reinforcements arrived.