Gwen felt somewhat anxious.
She looked around, but Isaac was nowhere by her side.
As agreed, once Isaac had dealt with the castle gates, he was supposed to return to her immediately and help her break through quickly.
Yet she still had not seen him.
Gwen gritted her teeth.
Most of the Resistance Army was on foot. The moment they appeared in the outskirts, they would be discovered. In other words, there was no retreat for them now.
They could only press forward. Advancing might still carve out a bloody path, but if they retreated, they would become meat on the chopping block. Any unit of Winter Wolf cavalry could ensure none of them returned.
"Everyone, charge!" Gwen shouted, leading more than ten mounted soldiers as she surged ahead.
The main force of the Resistance Army had not rested at all. They had charged straight into battle after marching the entire morning, and their poor condition was obvious to the naked eye. Fortunately, their opponents were hardly professionals either.
The guards standing at the city gate could only stare dumbfoundedly at the charging Resistance Army.
Many of these city guards had never set foot on a battlefield in their lives. This was the region near the Canary Mountains, a land no military power cared to fight over—even the several grand dukes barely paid it any attention and had simply packaged it off to Count Bazel.
For the soldiers, leaving the city to kill a few coyotes was practically the sum of all their combat duties.
Watching the roaring Resistance Army charge toward them, it took a full half minute before someone barely realized what was happening.
"C-Captain, are those bandits?"
"What bandits? That's the Resistance Army! Those White Crow bastards are attacking! Damn it, raise the drawbridge!!!"
Slading Fortress was,