The Heavily Guarded Fortress
Éditeur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Sunday, the last day of the week.
Drawing on the reins to stop the horses, they stood on the top of the dune, overlooking the horizon.
The desert bandits in the patrol did not expect that they would actually find the enemy troops advancing in the morning. Moreover, the horizon was covered with the enemies' silhouette, it was obvious that they had traveled quite a distance.
Based on the speed of their advance, they would reach the Oasis Lookout within two hours.
The enemy troops had already entered the desert bandits' patrol zone.
"Don't just stand there."
The leader of the team opened his mouth and spat to the side.
Although he was mentally prepared for the enemy's arrival, he was still surprised to see them so suddenly. He couldn't help but clench the spear in his hand, turned his head, and berated, "Damn it, we should go!"
"Go, go, go." The desert bandits all nodded.