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Step, step.
Legion Commander Odinst entered the village site. He surveyed the desolate village as his red cloak fluttered in the wind.
The scouts who had come to check the village earlier rushed to Odinst upon spotting him.
"There's nothing left, commander."
Hearing the report, Odinst clenched his fist tightly, holding back curses to maintain dignity in front of his subordinates.
"Is there truly nothing left?"
"There are clear signs that they deliberately emptied the village and left. It seems like they took everything with them."
The site where the Western Legion arrived was the village of the Stone Axe Tribe. Once home to thousands, it now lay empty, with only abandoned pottery and well-trodden foundations for homes remaining.
Traditionally, westerners often relocated their villages when the land's resources were depleted, as they had no other choice but to wait for hunting grounds and pastures for their main livestock, goats, to regenerate the resources they needed. Moving an entire tribe was common, happening as often as every few years, or at most every few decades.
Migration of a large tribe the size of the Stone Axe was rare but not completely unheard of.
‘Scorched earth tactics...’
Odinst bit his lower lip.
A defensive tactic where the defenders empty out resources to starve the invading enemy to death.
‘How long have they been preparing for us? Since when did they know we were crossing the mountains to attack?’
Odinst wanted to scream.
The barbarians' preparations...
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