The entire army took three days to march. By rights, Main Camp was not far from the Forward Camp; at a normal marching pace, one day should have been enough.
But this force had quite a few elderly and weak people, so its pace was naturally slow. On top of that, Bone Baldy and his men had been dragging their feet and showed little enthusiasm for this battle, which was why it took them so long to reach the Forward Camp.
The Forward Camp they had reached faced the northwestern Border Fortress of Two Rivers County. The sentries at the fortress had also noticed the activity in the Barbarians' camp.
This Barbarian force was clearly sizable. The on-duty Cavalry patrols immediately rode forward to scout it out. Although they were later driven off by the Barbarian riders, they still estimated its rough size.
After the Cavalry patrols made their individual estimates and compared their figures, they discovered that the force numbered nearly eighty thousand, including quite a few soldiers who appeared relatively elite.
The Cavalry patrols felt that something was seriously wrong and hurriedly reported it.
After receiving the report, James brought his officers to the fortress watchtower to observe the enemy camp. Sure enough, it was just as the sentries had reported.
The enemy had reinforced their numbers. Not only had they added those ragged herdsmen, but nearly twenty thousand troops had also arrived. One look at their equipment showed that they were capable fighters. Many wore iron armor or leather armor, making it clear that they were Barbarian warriors.
This brought the number of enemies facing the northwestern Border Fortress to nearly two hundred thousand, of whom forty to fifty thousand were combat-capable.
James's expression grew somewhat grave. He felt this might be a sign that the enemy