"A roadblock?"
Leech tightened his grip on the reins, grabbed the sword from his saddle, and commanded, "Speed up! Go see what's ahead!"
The plodding Soldiers, hearing that the road was blocked, immediately perked up and quickened their pace.
The Porcupine Banner fluttered in the wind.
When Leech rode to the front of the column and saw the "bandits" who had blocked the road with broken wood, he was rather taken aback.
Years of stooping to toil in the fields had left their bodies hunched and crooked.
Their skin was slack, their fingernails were black with dirt, and their eyes were timid and dull.
They held hoes, axes, and wooden clubs.
These weren't bandits; they were clearly just a group of farmers.
As Leech approached on his tall steed, leading Soldiers in gleaming armor, the group flinched involuntarily.
Their morale, spirit, and equipment were all vastly inferior.
