The midday sun in September was still harsh.
Falan's military camp looked like a piece of red velvet after being ironed, neatly spread across the riverbank of the Ibe River.
Thousands of reddish-brown tents were arranged behind wooden walls and ditches, while patrolling soldiers were baked to the point of dizziness.
In this weather, only the cavalry had to brave the scorching sun, leading their war horses to drink by the river.
Just as they stepped out of the camp gate, before they could smell the unique fishy and burnt scent of this place, a horseman galloped towards them.
"Urgent military news, get out of the way, get out of the way!"
The cavalry made way curiously, watching the figure rush past the barrier.
Soon, news came from the central military tent, commanding all centurions to immediately stop what they were doing and gather at the main tent.
The centurions emerged from their tents, mounted their horses, and arrived with their personal knights.
