Fang Zhen, however, gradually slowed his horse.
He had spotted two groups of people clashing about a hundred meters ahead.
They were even using weapons.
Fang Zhen pulled on the reins and took a closer look at the two clashing groups.
One group consisted of fifteen or sixteen men, all soldiers. Their uniforms, predominantly brown, were very different from those of the Ashton Territory soldiers Fang Zhen had seen before. The other group had only six or seven men, who also appeared to be soldiers, and they looked like locals from the Ashton Territory. Five or six farmers stood with them, confronting the soldiers in brown.
'Where did those soldiers in brown come from?' Fang Zhen watched for a moment, a question forming in his mind.
Logically, Dalia should have had enough time over the past month or so to consolidate the Ashton Territory's army, so it was unlikely to be a case of infighting.
Besides, the soldiers under Dalia didn't wear that kind of brown uniform.
