"Speed up!"
Legion Commander Alessandro urged them on with all his might.
A great battle was about to erupt. As the force closest to the main camp, the 43rd Legion had to shoulder its responsibility.
From the moment they received their orders, the 43rd Legion had discarded all unnecessary baggage and traveled light.
Only forty li remained before they reached the exit. They had to make it there overnight, arrive at the camp before the enemy, and carry out an initial round of rest and reorganization.
The distinction between day and night was not obvious in the Underworld. For Giant Centipedes, traveling at night was as simple as eating and drinking.
The pitch-black caverns did not slow the Centipede Army's advance. Besides their eyes, they had also evolved the ability to use their sense of smell to determine direction.
Relying on this talent, the Centipede Soldiers precisely avoided every obstacle along the way and marched at speed through the winding tunnels.
The 43rd Legion was not the only force rushing through the night. Every unit that had received orders to reinforce the front was desperately racing against time.
The commanders knew that prolonged forced marches consumed enormous amounts of stamina, but they could no longer afford to care.
No matter how difficult it was, they had to reach the front first. Rest and reorganization could wait until after they arrived.
They did not expect to enter battle immediately. As long as the army arrived and let the centipede officers and soldiers defending the camp know that reinforcements had come, half their strategic objective would be achieved.
While the Centipede Army raced against time, the Noble Allied Forces of Southeast Province were not idle either. At dawn, they sounded the horn for departure.
In war, speed was everything. Having noticed