Frontline (7)

After a night of forced marching, the sky had taken on a faint bluish-white hue.

The morning wind was bitterly cold, but Ang and his group did not slow their steps. Led by Cox, they finally arrived before a fortress scarred by war yet still sturdy.

Morning mist swirled around them. The heavy stone walls and towers stood silently at the edge of the plains like sleeping beasts.

"My lord, this is a defense fortress the Empire built on the frontline in the past." Cox pointed ahead. "It is now controlled by Count Brandon Morgan. Should we go in and resupply?"

Ang glanced at the towering stone walls and the Imperial Flag slowly rising above them. After a moment of thought, he shook his head. "No need. We'll rest here and set out again at noon."

With that, he turned and waved to a messenger nearby, giving a brief order. "Rest in place."

"Rest in place! Rest in place!" The messenger shouted from atop his Green Mane Horse as he rode along the edge of the formation.

The soldiers moved swiftly, removing their equipment and finding open ground to settle down.

Though exhausted, every movement was orderly, like a well-coordinated War Machine.

Ang took out the dry provisions he had prepared from his Magic Waist Pouch: wheat cakes and shredded Giant Horned Ram meat.

This kind of shredded ram meat not only kept for a long time, but could also be boiled into a rich broth after heating. It was an ideal supply for long-distance marches.

He had long considered the special composition of his force and had equipped every Flame Swordsman and Enchanted Armament Knight with portable Water Gathering Rune Boards and Fire Gathering Rune Boards.

At that moment, the equipment showed its tremendous value. The soldiers took Marching