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... them to be well organized and systematically run.


During their daily reconnaissance trips, the scouts would give reports on suitable camping sites. After the commander had selected a site, a defensive fence made of tree trunks and tough branches would be built around it to act as a barrier against the enemy.


Sometimes, two trenches would be dug outside of the camp or spiked iron caltrops would be scattered around as another line of defense.


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