"Hmm-hmm!"
At 5:20 in the morning, inside the Allied Forces' temporary main camp.
Garl, the commander-in-chief of the Allied Forces, felt more exhilarated than ever.
Having successfully used his own strategy to thwart John Maslow's scheme, he no longer needed to worry about his side's intelligence being leaked by spies.
And that meant his subsequent battle plans would no longer be plagued by enemy ambushes at every turn as they had been before.
As long as he successfully led his army to Stargazing City this time, the Anti-Air Devices set up in advance by the Darkmoon Clan's goblins at the junction of the Cocobia Rainforest and Crescent Strait would encircle the area. Whether it was the Empire's army, the Empire's Mage Corps, or John Maslow himself, all of them would perish there!
"In short, victory is already in my hands!"
A smug, ferocious grin covered Garl's face.
At that moment, he could practically see it already: after leading his army to capture Stargazing City by evening, John Maslow, the enemy commander, would flee in resentment with the Mage Corps—only to be affected by the anti-air barrier, fall from the sky, and smash into a pile of flesh.
That sight would surely be beautiful enough to make one never want to look away, wouldn't it?
Spurred on by that vision, Garl felt the exhaustion and drowsiness leave his body in an instant, replaced by unprecedented excitement.
After asking his adjutant and learning that, under the medical unit's treatment, most of the soldiers had already recovered.
Though a small number had not fully recovered, they were still capable of moving independently.
He immediately swept out a hand and gave the order:
"All troops, heed my command! Everyone, continue south along Moonfall River immediately! The objective is Stargazing City! There must be no