...
Dusk.
Amidst a sparse willow forest.
The escort leader, a scarred old soldier, grimly reigning in his horse, solemnly reported to a carriage:
"Master, the willow forest is difficult to traverse, and night is falling."
"We won't make it into the city in time; let's camp here."
The carriage curtain lifted a corner, revealing a shrewd-looking, rotund face from within; the owner nodded slightly:
"Old Qi, make the arrangements, ensure everything is in order!"
"Understood!"
Old Qi dismounted, his voice booming like thunder:
"Stop the carriage! Unload the goods to form a circle!
"Light the fires! Send out the scouts!"
Old Qi, a seasoned veteran of many battles, led with calm authority.
The wheels were quickly locked and circled to form the first line of defense, with leather-armored guards in groups of three forming a tight, outward-facing circular formation with their blades and spears.
The men cooperated.
Efficiently setting up makeshift tents within the circle.
