DANG!
Ahead, the melodious sound of a bell drifted over—the signal to return home.
The old soldier of Green Willow Fortress no longer kept chickens. His provisions were supplied by the fortress, the same as the barbarian soldiers. Of course, he no longer needed to wield a sword in battle; his only responsibility was ringing the bell.
Fortresses in Yan, in truth, did not have many of the restrictions common to border fortresses, because the Qian army from the other side had never come before.
So, having a bell inside the fortress to tell time was no big deal.
The bell rang thrice, signifying it was three in the afternoon.
The convict caravan pressed on. At last, Green Willow Fortress came into view.
Since the caravan had encountered barbarian sentries from Green Willow Fortress much earlier, news of my lord's return with the convicts had already reached the fortress.
On the flat training ground outside the fortress, Xiao Yibo and his men stood waiting with baskets.
