In the afternoon.
"Woo—woo—"
The low sound of horns rang out, spreading throughout Reef Rock Fortress and beyond.
In the stables of a military camp outside Reef Rock Fortress.
"Scritch, scritch..."
Mario, once a Superior Decurion and squad leader of the Red Maple Cavalry Regiment, now an Inferior Centurion and battalion commander of the Red Maple Cavalry Regiment, looked nothing like a battalion commander. Standing on a three-legged stool, he was vigorously brushing his red warhorse with a wet brush.
"Scritch, scritch..."
Halfway through, Mario seemed to hear something. He stopped and turned to look outside the stable.
"Assembly! The entire regiment, assemble!"
The regiment commander's shout carried through the air.
Without any hesitation, Mario tossed aside the brush, jumped off the stool, and scrambled out of the stable. He saw the soldiers gathering in the open space of the camp, while the armored regiment commander stood nearby.
The regiment commander noticed him, glanced at him, and beckoned. "All battalion commanders, come to my tent for a meeting." With that, he turned and walked to the side.
"Yes." Mario gave a crisp military salute and quickly followed.
Before long, he entered the regiment commander's tent with the other nine battalion commanders.
The regiment commander did not waste words. He concisely explained the departure time, marching route, and necessary supplies before narrowing his eyes. "Each battalion, make your own preparations. We depart in two hours. Anyone who falls behind can wait for my whip."
There were quite a few things to prepare this time. Besides weapons and equipment, they had to bring military supplies, food, and bedding, because this was likely to be a long-distance, prolonged campaign. It would be rather difficult.
Mario blinked and tentatively asked, "Commander, we're preparing so thoroughly, and we're marching northwest. Are we going to the