Meanwhile, Yao was quite pleased with the ambush he had planned. Once inside, they were to open the gate and allow the rest of the warband to join the slaughter. He gathered volunteers to disguise themselves as refugees and enter the fort. “That is how we will take them!” Salt exclaimed. That night, the White Legs saw that a group of refugees was allowed into the fort with only a cursory search. A few stunted trees, desert plants, and small rocks broke up the area around the fort, but Salt knew his warriors would be slaughtered in any head on attack. The warband was observing from a cluster of rocky terrain, but the approach to the fort was almost entirely clear. The Followers had placed their fort at a crossroads of two pre-war roads and built walls out of rusting cars stacked on top of each other while a cluster of tents within the walls marked where the doctors did their work. Salt’s warband arrived first since Yao’s party had to track down the caravan and organize an ambush. With that, the two groups set out for their targets. The shaman led a prayer to the God of Salt, asking for luck and riches in their raids.
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