As night passed and the first rays of morning sunlight shone down, the five thousand main-force troops and three thousand members of the Wolf Fang Regiment on the grounds all rose early and began their daily routine.
The first step was breakfast. With so many people involved in such a large-scale campaign, logistics had to be established to manage the regiment members' three daily meals.
At this moment, every alliance soldier got up and lined up to receive breakfast. Having been intimidated by the Wolf Fang Regiment's terrifying military rules and discipline all night, the process went unusually smoothly that morning. There was no line-cutting or conflict whatsoever. With several major regiments gathered together, such harmony was a rare sight indeed.
"Hey, buddy, just how many people did your Wolf Fang Regiment bring?" An officer from the Duan Regiment grabbed Jiang Tianqing and asked curiously. The people gathered around them all perked up their ears as well.
Jiang Tianqing was holding a breakfast ration identical to that of an ordinary Wolf Fang regular soldier. Two makeshift chopsticks snapped from simple twigs dangled from his mouth. He had not even washed his face, and there was still sleep crust in his eyes. His bleary appearance made it clear that he had not gotten enough sleep.
Feeling someone grab him and ask a question, he blurted out instinctively, "Three thousand."
It really was three thousand. Three thousand regular troops had gone to war, while the three thousand recruits were not in Yin City.
"Quit bullshitting. At least seven or eight thousand, right?" The man did not believe him and held Jiang Tianqing back. "You brought three thousand people, yet you've already fought several major battles and killed your way here from the Southern Theater. I even heard you wiped out quite a