News of the reorganization of the 113,000-man force into the Northern Field Army quickly spread across the front, and reactions among frontline troops varied from the command level down to the rank and file.
Some people breathed a sigh of relief, even felt fortunate—especially those with families and veteran soldiers who had spent a long time on the battlefield.
After all, anyone with eyes could see that staying here was almost certainly a death sentence.
Yet others found it incomprehensible, even infuriating.
Most of them were young men, especially boys of fifteen, sixteen, or seventeen.
Having heard of the Velanders' atrocities in Lion City, they had long been seething with rage and could hardly wait to fight those big-nosed bastards to the death.
The Horn's retreat, in particular, had shown them the hope of victory—the Alliance brothers had proven through their actions that the Legion was not invincible.
And now, a single transfer order from Abisek was asking them to hand that opportunity over to someone else. It was like pouring a basin of cold water over their burning blood!
This was especially true of Yokale, commander of the 110,000-man Unit.
As another major contributor to the great victory in Akale County, he flew into a rage and rose from the command table the moment he heard Isher relay the order.
"I refuse!"
As though he felt that was not forceful enough, he immediately added in an unwavering tone.
"I absolutely refuse! You know the strategic importance of Akale County. Once the Legion controls this place, their supply lines can drive straight through from the plains south of us! And changing the garrison at a time like this is simply gambling with the lives of the frontline soldiers!"
After all, the northern three provinces were largely mountainous, and the Mammoth