Along the country dirt road, a small convoy struggled to make its way.
Inside the three large carts were grains and agricultural tools like pickaxes and iron shovels, pulled by a few mules conscripted for the task.
Apart from the leading cavalry who wore standard sabers and arm guards, the weapons carried by other members of the convoy varied wildly.
The wealthy wrapped in knitted wool capes carried fire guns, while the poor dressed in coarse hemp robes had only axes or even clubs.
Two days ago, they were ordinary civilians, but today they had become soldiers. Regardless of wealth or status, everyone moved their feet toward a direction both known and unknown.
Fear, desire, and confusion... a variety of emotions spread among the crowd.
Supplies, manpower, and carts continually converged from various parts of Iron Peak County toward Saint Town, this small convoy being one of the tributaries.