The Resistance Army set out early. By the time the first rays of sunlight spilled across the land, they had already passed through the town gates.
Even so, it would be nearly noon by the time they reached Slading Fortress. Had they left any later, the Winter Wolves might well have blocked their path.
Isaac was not worried about information leaking. The Resistance Army had complete control over Grey Bear Town, and with their support, the Ashen Alliance had rooted out quite a few spies.
Gathering intelligence was their specialty.
And after the Resistance Army left, they would make sure no one could send the news out. It was not difficult. The townsfolk greatly supported the Resistance Army, and whenever they spotted someone suspicious, they reported them on their own. Sometimes, the Alliance did not even need to lift a finger.
Gwen sat astride her horse and looked back at the troops behind her.
The Resistance Army marched in formation, breastplates on and muskets in hand. Their weapons were still far from standardized, and their clothes were somewhat shabby and rustic, but every one of them carried themselves with spirit.
They had seized the Winter Wolves' equipment in Grey Bear Town, and now most of them had received a weapon. Some still carried bows or wooden spears, but compared to before, it was already a tremendous improvement.
At some point, these numb, weak, timid refugees had completely changed.
They were becoming more and more like a real army.
They were no longer lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Occasionally, they could bare their fangs.
Warmth filled Gwen's chest, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her face. She had once been afraid, uneasy, and panicked, but those weak emotions were gradually fading away.
Once people of the Northern Territory took to the