On the first of June, the Border Knights marched and set up camp all day.
The flags of the Banner Captain, the Knight Commander, the division, the Grand Master, as well as those of the Pope, nobles, and various family crests...
Among the expanse of canvas tents, these colorful flags fluttered in the wind.
Near the foot of Dusk Bell Mountain, part of the Red Iron Mountain Range, was truly unfortunate.
Groups of peasant soldiers swung axes, chopping down all the trees on the mountain for flagpoles, tent supports, and fuel.
Outside the range of the spring cannons, on Crow Feather Hill, the nearest and most suitable hill, seventeen Knight Commanders and the three leaders met once again.
The three leaders sat in front of the stump of a century-old oak tree, on which was placed a map drawn by their scouts.
The Knight Commanders formed a semicircle, craning their necks to look at the map.
Banner Captains came to report one after another, compiling intelligence information.
