What happened last night had ultimately been left unresolved. Early the next morning, Ming Hang called everyone up and set off on another forced march. This time, however, there was clearly no one left to cause trouble.
Especially whenever Huo Hai turned his gaze their way, everyone who noticed it behaved exceptionally well. They all knew Huo Hai was not someone easily provoked. If they carelessly offended him again, who knew what he might do? In the army, a rank higher could crush someone to death.
The group marched forward quietly. Ming Hang no longer denied them any rest at all; instead, he let everyone take a break at intervals. The breaks were short, so their overall speed did not slow much.
In the blink of an eye, three days of forced marching had passed. They were now only a day's journey from the Eastern Frontier, and another two days from Eastern Frontier City. "Everyone, rest. We move again in five minutes."
Ming Hang glanced at the sky and gave the order. After one more stretch of marching, they would be able to make camp for the day. After several days of training and forced marches, these student soldiers had finally begun to look a little like soldiers. With the instruction and demonstrations from the Academy experts, aside from actual combat, they had gained at least a little competence in everything else. Hearing that they could rest, no one spoke. They simply dispersed on their own.
Suddenly, Huo Hai's lips curved upward. He walked to Ming Hang's side and whispered, "A little south of us, enemy troops are approaching. There are around five hundred of them, and about two hundred are Demonfolk."
Ming Hang's eyes widened on the spot when he heard Huo Hai's words. They had not even reached