The road into the military district split from the administrative district and opened onto the garrison barracks.
Batu was hit by the smell before anything else. Hay. Leather. Horse sweat. The practical smell of soldiers who worked with animals every day, different from the smoke and trade scents that filled the rest of the city.
Most of the summer construction was finished now, the two rows of garrison barracks standing complete or nearly so. The Khar Kheshig barracks occupied the southern side with its entrance facing back toward the city. The command buildings stood beside it in rows. At the southeastern corner, the relay station was already working.
The training grounds at the northeast remained open exactly as intended, though multiple stacks of timber still waited where the final work had stalled. Along the northern boundary, horse lines stretched the full length of the district.
