The carriage wheels were rolling over the gravel between the sleepers, making a sound that set one's teeth on edge.
As the railcar passed over the last stretch of sleepers, Dieterbert saw dozens of rows of gray wooden houses standing abruptly on the horizon.
These barracks built with prefab planks were arranged neatly like a chessboard, with different colored triangular flags flying atop each row, indicating the different squads.
"This camp is even flatter than the threshing grounds in our village," Grover, a fellow villager, exclaimed, shading his eyes with his right hand.
As the railcar arrived at the designated location, barely giving the Norn Mountain People a chance to look around, the officers and mercenary agents began shouting again.
"Get off the train, one by one, don't leave anything behind."
"Move quickly, the people behind are waiting to use the carriage, you pigs."
"Are your feet made of noodles? Get off!"
