Standoff Before the Lines

"Grev, I'm giving you a task. Gather up these surrendered soldiers and break them up."

Mel came before his regiment commander. The troops under his command had now exceeded three thousand men. Once these surrendered soldiers were gathered, they could form two divisions.

"I now appoint you division commander. These surrendered soldiers, along with the men already under your command, will remain yours."

"Lord Mel, Pond has been scattered. Please go save him first. I can handle things here."

"Mm." Mel had great trust in this commander who had surrendered from the bandits.

As soon as the organization was in place, Grev could be promoted to brigade commander at any time. It was just that the war had been too intense; otherwise, they could have directly formed a brigade of thirty thousand men by now.

Before conducting a careful count, their total force after accepting the surrender should have numbered close to twenty thousand.

The noble duke currently besieging Pond's legion had yet to realize what had happened to the battle situation. For someone like Mel, who possessed teleportation magic and Flight Magic, it was entirely possible to exploit the difference in timing to gain an enormous advantage.

The besieged Pond Legion's morale had sunk to rock bottom. They had held the mountain passes, which also meant they had no way to break out.

"Could this really be the end? Where is Lord Mel now?" Pond stood atop the mountain range and looked down. Other than the enemy legions, he could see no path to survival.

There could be no worse situation. They had never imagined that Exar's nobles would actually permit Gald's army to attack Exar's territory.

It sounded unbelievable, yet it had truly happened.

Gald needed external expansion to ease its domestic pressures, while Exar's nobles were willing