Shattered Domain.
A group of knights rode slowly through a small valley between two hills.
In the middle of the team, a man in his thirties with a short beard sat on his horse, scanning the hillsides, his eyes flickering with the gleam of a sword.
A young knight beside him took out a handkerchief to wipe his face, complaining, "Why is this godforsaken place so damp? Big brother, are we really not going to notify the Ningxi branch?"
The bearded man said, "Why notify them? Those wastrels only know how to drink and dance. What, you want to try?"
The young man said lazily, "What good stuff can there be here? I'm not interested. Once we win this battle and return inside the border, what kind of women won't we have?"
"That's more like it."