Erwin kept flicking the reins, galloping forward, but his narrowed eyes remained fixed on Historia.
That scarf... I've seen one on a descendant of the Royal Family. There's no mistaking that material. Who is Christa? Could she be a surviving heir of the Royal Family? If the Survey Corps is to keep moving forward, a coup is already inevitable. Christa might be the key.
Erwin turned these thoughts over in his mind, beginning to formulate a plan.
"Commander! Titans incoming!" a messenger shouted frantically, looking back as he rode.
"Hm?" His thoughts interrupted, Erwin immediately turned to look.
Dite and Wayne were racing toward the main force with Ian's corpse, their faces stricken with panic as a swarm of Titans followed them.
"Those two idiots!" a soldier roared at the sight.
"Titans to the rear!" The messenger who spotted the situation immediately fired a signal flare.
Pale-faced and clutching her stomach, Zhang Surou glanced at the distant Titans. Recalling that nothing dangerous seemed to happen here in the original story, she leaned back against the wagon. Her injuries had left her weak, so she was not riding her own horse this time.
"With no buildings or trees on open ground, we can't maneuver freely in combat. It'll take some time," Levi said, turning to survey the Titans behind them.
"Don't invite complications. Right now, we only need to reach Within the Walls as quickly as possible," Erwin ordered, his gaze fixed ahead.
Hearing this, Levi slowed his horse and headed toward the rear.
"They're going to catch us at this rate. Do we have to fight?" Jean said through gritted teeth.
"The Vertical Maneuvering Equipment is severely limited on open ground, and the Titans just keep coming. Once we start fighting, it'll never end." Cold sweat ran down Armin's face