The center of the Mongolian's logistics camp was the place where their food supplies were kept. It was surrounded by twenty huge yurts, and there were at least two thousand soldiers stationed there.
All of them were decked in full armor, and they stared at the empty ground ahead of them with burning eyes.
Around them was an empty area that was around 328 feet in length. Since many people had stepped over it, it was now muddy and difficult to traverse. Dozens of cavaliers surrounded the area to patrol it, and patrols can be seen moving around very closely to each other.
A squad of patrolling cavaliers moved past the yurt to the east. Then, one single head carefully appeared in the gap between two yurts.
A second one appeared later.
Then a third.
It was Happy, Kuo Zhong, and Xu Zhiling.
"The defense sure is tight."
"Yeah, with so many people guarding it, it'll be difficult to set fire to the supplies."
