Jacques lay prone on the second floor of the wooden cabin and let out a puff of warm breath, still feeling troubled. Above them, a small group of mages had already flown into their airspace. Everyone immediately went on alert. They relaxed only after their own mages confirmed that the magical energy signatures of the mages in the sky matched their own.
A hundred-strong Magic Team had come this time. Jacques grabbed the balcony railing and vaulted over it, dropping about five meters. He landed hard, then ran toward the Magic Team as soon as his feet hit the ground. "Thanks for all your effort. Does the General Staff Headquarters have any ideas this time?"
The leader of the Magic Team made a hand gesture, and the Magic shield blocking them off from the outside world dissolved. Everyone took off the large backpacks they had been carrying.
They were full of supplies.
It was only a drop in the bucket for the guerrillas, but it was enough.
They could bring plenty of guns—dozens at a time—with 120 rounds for each gun, as well as solid gel explosives, some cans of lamb, beef, and fruit, medicine, and a few machine guns.
"Jacques, the General Staff Headquarters has decided that you're to establish a Frontline Staff Department and take charge of guerrilla affairs. Specifically, you're to set up a structure like the General Staff Headquarters: a three-person military group."
"It will oversee all affairs in the guerrilla zone."
"The militia army's chief of staff, deputy chief of staff, and director of the Intelligence Bureau."
"Except for the militia army's director of the Intelligence Bureau, who will be directly under the General Staff Headquarters' Intelligence Department, everything is to follow the orders of Grand Commander Lynn, the head of the General Staff Headquarters'