CONQUEST

BATTLE OF WEFARI V

The next morning, as the sun rose to sky signaling the arrival of a new day, the village of Wefari was wrapped in perpetual silence, the sounds of children going to school were missing, and the sound of men and women going to farms or rivers were gone. The hustle and bustle of the market bazaar were all missing as the usual traders and merchants had all decided to stay home today, merchants from out of the village had decided to stay at inns to wait out the impending battle.

Eyes peeking through windows could still be seen as their gaze fell across the men and women riding horses in the street solemnly to regroup with the other warriors outside of the wall for a battle that would determine the fate of everyone in this village.

Folarin kept looking around Wefari as he rode his horse to the outskirts of the village. Calling this place a village wasn't even doing it justice anymore, it was more like a small modern day town, the concrete buildings and roads stood out clearly from other villages which still used mud houses. There was a hint of pride in Folarin's eyes as he gazed upon this place. In his two lives, he had never felt as proud as he was for building this place from the groundup to what it is now, not even when he had built an entire functioning kingdom on a minecraft server with a couple of his online gamer friends had he felt so proud and there was no way he would allow some spoiled bratty prince throwing a temper tantrum to destroy what he had built.

With one last look around the village, Folarin steeled his resolve and motioned the horse to speed up the pace to meet the rest of the army, he would either defend this place with everything he had or he would die trying.
___________________________________

"I need help equipping this armor."

"Are the horses prepared for the calvary."

"How many do you think will die today."

Various voices could be heard as Folarin rode into the war camp. Most of the men were already prepared, equipped with full armor and weapons, while some were still having trouble adapting to the new style of armor even after the constant trainings Folarin had them do with it.

In addition to this, there were several things around the camp that would be considered strange if people from any other village saw it, but to anyone from Wefari, it was a fairly normal sight as Folarin had commisioned Baba Olu to build several of this strange things such as war chariots
and ancient war catapults. The main reason why Folarin's soldiers were not afraid of the enemy was because of this.

Even if Abeo's army possessed the numerical advantage, the quality of both soldiers and equipment was vastly different from the newly improved swords to the longbow used by the archers and unlike Abeo's army who were forced into this, every single person here was here because they wanted to be, they had seen how great life could be at Wefari and they were all willing to die to ensure that such prosperity never ended.

"My lord!"

Folarin's thoughts was interrupted by the sound of Gbolahan's voice. If anyone from Adebowale's old village saw Gbolahan now, their eyes would widen from shock, compared to the bully of before, the Gbolahan that stood before Folarin was like an entirely different person. His body had grown bigger and more disciplined. His huge muscles were testament to the rigorous training he put himself through, and as commander of the Folarin's secret guards, he was entitled to the finest foods that Wefari had to offer which made him put on a bit of weight but this never took away from his physique. Compared to Folarin who had more of a lean bodybuilder's physique, Gbolahan had more of a strongman physique.

This physique, combined with a thick beard on his face and an entirely shaven head made Gbolahan look way older than he actually was. His sheer presence was more than enough to scare anyone coming close to him, and as he stood there, fully encased in his armor, his presence became even scarier.