"They're riding horses, so many horses!"
"Shut up, fool, cavalry! It's called cavalry!"
The frontier watchtower town faces the northeastern edge.
This was once a gathering place for residents nestled within some forested mountains.
The outer perimeter vigilance rats have already discovered the United Army's cavalry units and swiftly relayed orders through layers of communication channels.
In the past, by the time orders were relayed, they were often distorted or turned into nonsense.
But today is different from before.
The rats responsible for the layered communication are a special group that was supplemented to the frontline in the past two weeks.
All these rats have pale eyes, with conspicuous and crudely stitched seams visible on top of their heads.
They function like machines, narrating the information from afar, even the unique overlapping accents of rats have vanished.
The instructions are clear and precise.
