The night deepened, growing colder, even the sword thistle began to retract its upright green leaves.
In the camp, ten wagons were linked head to tail, guarding the two sides of the camp.
As for the relatively open front and rear, they were fenced with spiked stakes and chevaux-de-frise.
Through many incidences of preventing attacks and pursuing enemies, the villagers had become proficient in this, almost completing these defensive measures instinctively.
Along the way, quite a few people were attacked by magical creatures, savages, Beastmen, and beasts.
The Night Patrol Gunner and his horn player were patrolling idly alongside the wagon wall.
While walking, the Night Patrol Gunner remarked with some sentiment, "Look at us, a month ago we were still farmers, now I'm a Grand General."
