The interconnected tents were erected upon the flat lands; sharp wooden poles were embedded upon the outer area of the tents, which joined together to form a wooden fence. It became a relatively simplistic wooden stronghold. The walls of this wooden stronghold were about as high as a normal person while sharp wooden stakes were buried beneath the ground. Those stakes would become the best form of defence against anyone attacking from the outside.
Chen Xiaolian and his team continued riding in the carriage as they moved toward the stronghold. Before they could reach the entrance, a group of mounted soldiers galloped over to them.
Chen Xiaolian noticed that those mounted soldiers were wearing lightweight breast armour. Also, on the spear carried by the leader of the mounted soldiers was a flag. It was a red flag depicting two lions.
Chen Xiaolian’s eyes were quick to lit up!
A red coloured flag depicting two lions… … Chen Xiaolian had seen it before… … additionally…
