(Brothers, as I mentioned in the group earlier, I've got a fucking enormous boil on my ass. I can't even sit down, so I'm taking some time off today-just one update.)
(Starting tomorrow, there'll be an event on the reading platform, with reading credits and some prize draws and such. There'll be three updates a day throughout the event. Tomorrow's plot hits a crucial, blood-pumping moment, so please be patient. It's almost here.)
"Sir, I'm Li Erniu from the neighboring Zhang Family Village. I went out to chop firewood and got lost. Could you tell me which path leads down the mountain?"
Yuming City lay in the northwestern corner of the Star Luo Empire, less than a hundred kilometers from the Mingdou Mountain Range and less than five hundred kilometers from the Heaven Dou Empire's border. It was an important stronghold in the Star Luo Empire's defense against the Sun Moon Empire, as well as one of the most important supply cities for the Western Army Group's main force.
Two full reserve corps were stationed there. Reserve corps generally had fifty percent more troops than regular corps and underwent the same rigorous training as the regular army. Whenever the regular corps on the front lines suffered losses, troops had to be transferred from these reserves to replenish their ranks.
Both reserve corps in Yuming City were at full strength. After all, the marshal of the Western Army Group was the White Tiger Duke, the second most powerful figure in the Star Luo Empire. With the Sun Moon Empire's army liable to appear at any moment, no one dared pocket pay for nonexistent soldiers here.
Thus, both of Yuming City's reserve corps had their full complement of fifteen thousand men. Whenever the front lines needed them, they could arrive as reinforcements