Westward, Westward!

Huge chunks of meat simmered in the assembled cooking pots. Reiner had already used up a considerable portion of the vast military provisions he had brought from the Northern Frontier, but supplies were being replenished at remarkable speed. Wagon after wagon of provisions left Mecalon City without end, making its way toward the imperial capital.

They carried pickled vegetables, salt, and all kinds of dried meat in enormous quantities.

A distance of more than eight hundred kilometers was something people of this age would never even dare dream of, yet this fearless band of warriors had still followed Reiner across those eight hundred kilometers.

This was Reiner's second time reaching the imperial capital. Unlike the previous journey, this one had taken much longer. Without transportation from the rear, they would probably have run short of food and fodder.

It was not that Reiner did not want to bring more provisions. He simply lacked the capacity. A vast supply train made up of draft horses and donkeys was still far from sufficient beneath the weight of Reiner's enormous army.

The fact that Reiner no longer had to worry about food was entirely thanks to Farrant, who was holding down Mecalon City.

Before leaving, Reiner had entrusted this task to his wife. Once Reiner departed with the army, Mekasha immediately ordered every donkey and horse to be organized. She also ordered craftsmen to build wagons and sent the mountains of grain and meat piled up in the granaries to Reiner's army.

There was also countless dried meat. Of the one hundred and fifty thousand sheep on Reiner's own ranches, more than thirty thousand had been slaughtered and made into cured meat.

If driving the sheep all the way to the imperial capital had not caused such heavy losses, Farrant would have preferred