Into the Forest Again (3)

Early the next morning, the camp was still steeped in silence, with many people still asleep. However, Ang had already risen early. Back on Blue Star, he had developed the habit of getting up at five thirty every morning. That internal clock remained unchanged after he crossed into this world. Though he found it somewhat helpless, waking up at the appointed time was instinctive, allowing him to retain a trace of composure even on the battlefield.

Ang quietly stepped out of the tent. The morning air was cool and fresh. He took a deep breath and felt a long-lost sense of peace. The camp around him remained quiet, broken only by the occasional soft snore and birdsong in the distance.

After washing up at the water source, Ang felt refreshed by the morning chill. As he prepared to head to the mess hall for breakfast, memories from the previous owner of this body surfaced in his mind.

In Ang's former life, he had only maintained the regular habit of eating three meals a day after joining the military. In his family, an ordinary farming household, they usually ate only twice a day: one meal around midday and another at sunset. This habit was common in his hometown and among the surrounding villagers. They worked hard every day, rising with the sun and resting at sunset. Their simple, unadorned rhythm of life had cultivated equally simple needs when it came to food.

Now, Ang sat in a corner of the mess hall with his breakfast, enjoying the rare quiet moment. Looking at the food in his hands, he could not help feeling emotional. Life here was full of danger and uncertainty, but at least being able to keep the habit of three meals a day gave him a sense of steadiness and satisfaction. Maintaining the same routine he had on Blue Star still gave him a sense of security.

After breakfast, Ang casually stretched to warm up before beginning his usual training at the training ground.

By noon, Ang had completed his daily training and was preparing to eat lunch. The moment he stepped out of the training ground, he felt the ground tremble, as if someone were pounding it. The vibrations came closer and closer. Ang immediately became alert, thinking that the enemy was attacking.

He rushed back to the training ground, quickly put on his equipment, and headed toward the camp gate. His heart was filled with questions and concern. Had the Demons attacked? Why had no one sounded the alarm? He pondered these questions as he ran, but his steps did not hesitate in the slightest.

Soon, Ang arrived at the camp gate. To his surprise, many people had already gathered there. Everyone looked into the distance with both tension and anticipation. Regiment Commander Queby was among them, his gaze carrying a hint of expectation and solemnity. Seeing this scene, Ang's tension eased somewhat. He realized that this was not an enemy attack, but rather a welcome for someone.

Standing at the edge of the crowd, Ang watched the situation outside the gate. The rumbling grew closer and closer. At last, a neat formation of soldiers entered his sight. They wore uniform attire, their footsteps firm and powerful, carrying an unmistakable air of strength. Ang understood. A force from the other Logistics Regiments had arrived.

The foremost group consisted entirely of cavalry riding green-colored horses. The soldiers smiled as they looked at the crowd. Their formation was perfectly orderly, their bearing extraordinary, adding several degrees of majesty and excitement to the camp. Standing to the side, Ang watched the cavalry with curiosity and admiration.

Among them, a burly man with a red beard and two fair-skinned blond youths were particularly eye-catching. The red-bearded man was covered in armor and looked imposing, while the blond youths remained calm, exuding an unusual bearing.

The three led their troops to the center of the camp and spoke directly to Regiment Commander Queby. "By order of the Military Department, the Second, Third, and Fourth Logistics Regiments from the Duchy's front lines have arrived to carry out the mission alongside the Ninth Regiment."

Queby smiled and nodded, signaling for them to dismount together. After the three dismounted, Queby embraced each of them and saluted them in turn. Soldiers of the Grand Duchy of Tan'anster saluted by striking their left chest with their right hand, expressing deep respect. Every embrace and salute was solemn and sincere, symbolizing the unity and trust between comrades.

Watching this scene, Ang immediately felt more confident about the upcoming mission. The three Logistics Regiments that had arrived all appeared highly capable. More than 1,500 people and nearly 200 warhorses had come with them. The earlier tremors had been caused by those large warhorses galloping.

Ang guessed that these warhorses might possess magical beast bloodlines, but they looked different from the horse ridden by the messenger last time. Ang noticed that these horses had no scales on their legs, whereas the messenger's horse had black scales on its legs.

After the ceremony ended, Queby led the newly arrived commanders into the command tent to discuss the specific action plan. Ang decided to take this opportunity to eat lunch, replenish his energy, and prepare for the tasks ahead.

Soon, through the combined efforts of the four Logistics Regiments, the camp expanded by another full circle, and its gates now extended all the way to the grassland. The supporting Logistics Regiments had brought a large quantity of supplies and equipment, providing strong support for the mission that was about to begin.

While inspecting the camp, Ang noticed that many supplies were covered with tarps, making it impossible to tell what they were. He was filled with curiosity but did not rashly approach to ask. He knew these supplies might be important equipment for the mission and needed to remain confidential.

However, Ang decided to find an opportunity later to ask Mike about the supplies. As the camp's know-it-all, Mike knew everything that went on in the camp. Ang believed that he would certainly be able to provide some useful information. Only by knowing oneself and one's enemy could one handle the upcoming mission with greater ease.

In the camp, soldiers busily arranged the newly arrived supplies. Tents were erected one after another, and the entire camp looked orderly and organized. As Ang walked past rows of tents, he saw many comrades preparing for the coming mission. The atmosphere was tense, but it was also full of drive.

Ang's heart was full of anticipation and resolve. He knew the upcoming mission would be exceptionally difficult, but with this support and sufficient supplies, they would surely be able to overcome every difficulty and complete their mission. With these thoughts in mind, he quickened his pace toward Mike, intending to gather more information and make thorough preparations for himself and his comrades.

Meanwhile, after resting, the commanders of the Second, Third, and Fourth Logistics Regiments discussed and arranged the mission with Queby inside the tent. The commander of the Second Regiment was the red-bearded burly man, Poppy Locke. The commanders of the Third and Fourth Regiments were both blond youths, Marvin Gene and Amos Sto respectively. Marvin and Amos's mothers were sisters from the same family, so the two were cousins.

The four regiment commanders sat around a map inside the tent, the atmosphere serious and focused. Marvin said to Queby, "The orders we received this time are to cooperate with you in opening up a road. The three of us will also assign some men to work alongside you."

Queby nodded in agreement. They began discussing the specific deployment in detail. Poppy Locke suggested establishing multiple defensive points during the road-clearing process to deal with possible enemy attacks. Amos Sto added that the safety of logistical supplies was the highest priority, and they had to ensure that materials could be delivered smoothly to the front lines.

Marvin Gene mentioned that his team had several experienced engineers who could build temporary bridges and roads at critical sections. They discussed how to allocate manpower and resources, ensuring that every part of the operation had someone responsible for it and that everything proceeded in an orderly manner.

The discussion continued for a long time, until every detail had been carefully finalized. The four regiment commanders finally saluted one another, expressing their determination to cooperate.

After the mission deployment was complete, the commanders left the tent one after another and began relaying orders to their respective teams. Queby stood at the entrance of the tent, looking at the busy soldiers in the distance, his heart full of confidence. Though the mission was difficult, with such capable partners, he believed they would certainly complete it and contribute to the Duchy's victory.

Ang found Jack, intending to ask about the reinforcements that had arrived. He went to Jack's tent. When Jack saw Ang arrive, he immediately understood why he had come and warmly invited him to sit down.

The two sat together, and Ang first asked about the reinforcements and supplies. Jack told Ang that the warhorses ridden by the reinforcements were not the Duchy's elite warhorses, but a lower-grade variety. These warhorses had no magical beast bloodlines and were merely ordinary warhorses. Jack had heard the people from the Second Logistics Regiment say that the horses came from the Yamaga Plane controlled by the Marquis Locke Family of the Duchy. They were called Green Mane Horses. Green Mane Horses were known for their green manes. They had relatively gentle temperaments, could meet the daily needs of nobles, and could also handle the demands of war to a certain extent.

Jack continued, "Although these Green Mane Horses are not as formidable as elite warhorses, they are gentle and easy to train, making them suitable for long-term transport and support missions. For a Logistics Regiment like ours, these warhorses are already extremely valuable resources."