Gideon nodded, agreeing with what Norton had said. In the village, his soldiers were already working together to set up a military tent. They had asked for Noelle's permission, and the old woman allowed it.
Inside, Gideon and his team clearly saw the space filled with several military furnishings: buckets full of spears, wooden chairs, a meeting table, and even a complete map of Moko.
Right! He felt like he was inside the command tent of a fantasy army, where battles still relied on sheer numbers of soldiers. The more troops they had, the greater their chance of victory.
Norton was not alone. Inside the tent stood many squad leaders gathered together. There were not just one or two, but six men, all with firm and serious expressions.
The six men each represented six squads of Commander Norton Ashfield's elite soldiers. The strength of one elite squad was equal to that of two hundred regular soldiers.
"Come in," Norton said.
