Several kilometers from Mekajia Town, the red-haired youth narrowed his eyes and gazed at the military banners fluttering in the distance. The other side had indeed seized the town first. They had still arrived too late.
"My lord, what should we do next?" an officer stepped forward and asked.
"Since things have come to this, we can only abandon this town."
"Pass down the order. Slow the march."
"Yes, my lord."
As the order was issued, the marching speed plummeted, becoming as slow as an old woman taking a stroll.
Outside Mekajia Town, the young officer watched the distant troops slow their advance and breathed a sigh of relief. He waved for his subordinates to sit down and rest.
After a while, the Woodland Free Alliance's army arrived at the town.
"My lord, welcome to Mekajia Town." The young officer stepped forward, bowed, and greeted him politely.
"You moved quickly—so quickly that it surprised me." The red-haired youth returned the salute with noble etiquette and replied in Common Tongue with a smile.
"It was an order from above. We dared not disobey."
The young officer's friendly smile stood in stark contrast to the blood on his face, leaving a deep impression on the red-haired youth.
The two conversed amicably for a time before reaching an agreement.
Mekajia Town would be garrisoned by the Blackrock Army's Ninth Battalion, Second Brigade, while the Third Camp of the Third Army under the Woodland Free Alliance's Thirteenth Legion would establish a temporary camp three kilometers east of Mekajia Town.
The two sides would use a point three hundred meters outside the eastern entrance of Mekajia Town as their boundary. Neither would infringe upon the other as they awaited negotiations from above.
The border between Haina District and Bieen District stretched for more than three