Commander

Fokas Fortress's efficiency was unexpectedly high.

Hansen had only submitted Ang's application for appointment as commander that morning.

By afternoon, an eagle knight had arrived at Indy Mountain Pass, travel-worn and dusty, bearing the appointment document stamped with the royal seal.

Sunlight fell upon the document, making its gilded words gleam brilliantly.

"Congratulations, Commander." Smiling broadly, Hansen handed the appointment document to Ang.

Ang accepted it and casually unfolded it. His brows relaxed, and he smiled. "Isn't this exactly what you wanted to see?"

"As for me..." Hansen sighed, though there was a trace of relief in his eyes. "I only hope you can hold Indy Mountain Pass."

Ang patted his shoulder. "I'll do everything I can."

"By the way, Red's ashes..." Ang's tone grew heavier.

"They were sent back to the imperial capital half a month ago." Hansen lowered his voice. "As for whether anyone from his family came out to receive them, I don't know."

Ang fell silent for a moment before saying earnestly, "Whether or not his family still remembers him, Indy Mountain Pass always will. He died fighting for this place."

From that day onward, Indy Mountain Pass officially entered a new rhythm.

After taking office, the first thing Ang did was adjust the defensive deployment.

He decisively ordered the vast majority of their forces concentrated at the Northern Fortress, while the southern line was handed to Ade and the others, who led small, mobile units focused primarily on patrols, maximizing the main force's combat efficiency.

This change initially caused some concern, but Ang quickly dispelled everyone's doubts with actual results.

He personally led teams deep into the northern wilderness, taking the initiative to clear out hidden magical beasts and Demons.

He led from the front, achieving the greatest results at the smallest cost in every