The victory banquet was lively, but only for the soldiers who had taken part in the battle. The mid- and high-ranking officers did not attend.
The war had only just begun. The daytime victory was merely one part of the entire campaign.
The generals still had to remain alert at all times, ready to face the challenges ahead.
The rank-and-file soldiers had very simple desires. As long as there was enough meat and wine, those were the happiest days of their lives.
The celebration was only a public excuse. In reality, it was meant to help the soldiers quickly replenish what they had expended.
Whether in the Black Forest Kingdom or the Alpha Kingdom, most ordinary soldiers suffered from malnutrition.
The cavalry were somewhat better off, but only in that they could fill their stomachs. They still lacked rich food.
The daytime battle had been a resounding victory, but the soldiers had also spent a great deal of strength. Many of them could not even raise their arms now.
Meat replenished their strength, while wine promoted circulation and dispersed bruising. To speed up the soldiers' recovery, magical potions had even been added to the wine.
In the age of cold weapons, these were standard practices.
As night gradually fell, the celebrations in the cavalry camp continued, while the infantrymen looked on with envy and drooled with jealousy.
Their original fear of the enemy had grown far less intense under the double stimulation of victory and craving.
As night gradually fell, countless Centipede Soldiers finished preparing for battle. The enormous commotion quickly drew the attention of the allied forces.
Allied Command Headquarters.
"Marshal, there is a huge disturbance in the enemy camp. They appear to be planning a decisive battle with us tonight!"
The news brought by the guard did not