A village somewhere in the south, on the outskirts of Louis's Controlled Area.
A small elite Adventurer unit, formed at Leticia's suggestion, was on the move. They also carried weapons they had captured.
To be fair, one major advantage of being technologically backward was that ammunition casings didn't need to meet high standards, so they could be reloaded over and over.
These people had reloaded their bullets in very little time. They had even enlisted craftsmen from the major cities to establish an ammunition production line.
As for rifle production, they had set up a line for that, too. However, the special rifles produced on it didn't require gunpowder.
A squad had more than thirty teams, with everything covered: ranged fighters, close-combat fighters, and aerial support.
For now, though, only Leticia's team had set out. She needed to assess the situation and gain experience.
But there were more than three hundred such teams!
They were standing by.
What drove these people to go to war in the depths of winter, and to serve the South Grand Duke?
They were Puritans, a group who had been poisoned by the plague and bedridden, then saved through the joint efforts of the Princess and the Saintess.
The team's mage maintained a protective shield against the wind and snow. Everyone wore wooden skis and glided across the snowy plain.
With three hundred such small units, they could reach three hundred villages in a single day. In just a few days, they could surround a major city—or even towns and villages with populations of only two thousand, or around one thousand.
What consequences would that bring?
Mikhail was determined to mobilize a large force.
This wasn't just because war required troops and logistical support. He also needed to mobilize large numbers of people to build