Bold Idea

Hubble was exhausted. Days of marching and fighting had drained him dry.

The constant deaths of soldiers had numbed him even further.

Having experienced the cruelty of war firsthand, all his beautiful fantasies had become things of the past.

If not for the fact that the sunk cost was too great, he would probably have given up already.

After following the New Divine United Kingdom army for two days, this enemy force that had ventured deep alone finally began to retreat.

It was also at this time that he encountered the arriving Militia Group.

In three days, the officers left behind with the Militia Group had raised their flag locally and finally gathered some troops.

After all, the place where they had scattered was their own territory. Without relentless pursuit, their casualties had been much lower.

Excluding the wounded and those who had completely lost the will to fight, together with the two or three hundred men gathered earlier, they had once again assembled four to five hundred troops.

However, after Hubble carefully inspected the troops under his command, he could only say they were passable.

Leaving aside their incomplete weaponry, their morale was also a serious problem.

Having been routed without receiving proper rest and reorganization, they had little combat effectiveness left.

But the enemy was not in much better shape either. After days of rushing about with an uncertain future ahead, claiming that the New Divine United Kingdom army still had much fighting strength would be bullshit.

If they were truly that resilient, the New Divine United Kingdom would have attacked long ago.

Though life had been extremely hard lately, and war was no life for anyone to live.

Perhaps even he himself had not noticed that his mindset, temperament, and way of thinking had all changed.

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