As for the war ten years from now, Velin ultimately did not tell Kyle about it.
After all, he had already made a promise to Saint Gerard. He could not break his word.
Ten days later, more than twenty thousand warriors from the Qixing Legion, over thirteen thousand from the Ice Legion, and the conscripted Logistics Troops—a total army of fifty thousand—marched toward Pink Lake.
During the march, every soldier wore full armor.
The weapons and armor carried by each soldier weighed a total of one hundred and twenty jin. Though that seemed heavy, for an army composed entirely of professionals, it was no different from wearing a slightly heavier coat.
Beside the Ice Legion's marching formation, Cassius rode a Red Phosphorus Horse, continuously observing and adjusting the Ice Legion's marching methods.
Zeflin followed at his side, constantly taking notes so she could conduct targeted training after returning.
"Once you enter the wilderness, the troops on both flanks must remain vigilant. The troops in the center may relax slightly, but they must be ready to enter battle at any moment."
"Every two hours, the warriors on the flanks must rotate with those in the center. Otherwise, maintaining such intense focus for too long will leave the warriors exhausted."
"The units sent ahead to scout should preferably include Earth Attribute Spellcasters. If there are none, they must at least bring Spellcasters to guard against enemy ambushes."
"When marching through a completely unfamiliar environment, each unit must maintain a gap of fifteen hundred to two thousand meters. That way, even if one unit falls into disorder, it will not trigger a chain reaction and throw the units ahead and behind into chaos as well."
"Military discipline must be strict. Aside from scouting units, any soldier who strays more than two hundred meters