The war was nearing.
Just as the Hong Kingdom made their preparations, Long Zhao Feng could see that the Hei Kingdom had started to move.
"They are quite confident," Long Zhao Feng said.
"Yes, General. Their troops are quite near to launch an attack. More are coming."
The battleground had been flattened by the last confrontation. Some villages were burnt to the ground, and the innocent civilians who managed to run away with their life wandered either to the Hong Kingdom or the Hei Kingdom. It was not something new, as a lot of areas had not been properly defined as any kingdom's territory. The occupation of fertile patches or areas with abundant natural resources was always subject to wars between the stronger kingdoms.
The borders of both kingdoms were slowly getting close to each other. It might take some tens of years of beating each other to pulp before both kingdoms decided that they could both exist next to each other and sign a peace treaty.
