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The wagon convoy traveled south along the main road under the stars, and wagons drawn from all directions pulled the warriors to a predetermined area.

Carl sat on a ballista, the last one he had inspected tonight.

A steel bed crossbow was mounted on the ballista, which made it possible to fire in all directions through the base attached to the chassis.

The bed crossbow on this ballista is well maintained, and there is no need to refill the oil.

Karl sat on the ammunition box where the crossbow bolts were stored, and the soldiers in the car were hurrying to rest, and he couldn't find someone to chat with to pass the time.

It didn't take long for Carl to know their mission - to go south, make a turn, and plug the butts of the salted fish.

Another two hours passed, and a hurried whistle sounded.

The riders began to control the carriage and slowly reduce its speed. It is forbidden to make an emergency stop in a horse-drawn carriage traveling at high speeds, otherwise the inertia of the vehicle will push the horse away - or even hit it - and cause injury to the horse. Only in an emergency will the driver pull down the brake lever while stopping the horse to reduce the car's inertial speed. The brake pads made of slime glue are easy to wear, so emergency brakes can be used sparingly.

When the speed of the car slowed down, the convoy collectively turned a corner and drove off the road to a clearing on the side of the road.

The huge convoy will give the horses a two-hour rest while feeding them some high-energy, easy-to-digest food to refuel them.

While Carl and the others were resting, the road did not calm down.

Warriors mobilized from all over the north were galloping south in wagons.

For this battle, Elizabeth requisitioned almost everything with wheels around the long battle line. Even the trolleys are gathered at transportation hubs such as stations to transfer goods to assembly stations.

Hima was counting the supplies that had entered the assembly station today.

That day, after the train was urgently requisitioned in Osmanthus City, she went to the post office to send a letter to her boyfriend, but just after leaving the post office to go to the hotel arranged by the railway department to rest, she met her old classmate at the door of the post office.

The old classmate, who was worried about the manpower, learned that Himma had nothing to do at the moment, so he half-coaxed her and half-pulled her to his side as a temporary worker to help.

Several assembly stations were set up near Osmanthus City to temporarily arrange the soldiers and materials gathered here, and the local government of Osmanthus City, which was responsible for the work, transferred all the personnel who could be transferred out to help, and even hired a lot of temporary workers for this purpose.

Jima, who has been loyal and green for generations, passed the examination in less than two hours and was then assigned to work as a statistician.

Anyway, the date was in vain, and Himma, who was used to being at ease with what she encountered, took over the temporary job.

After counting the batch of canned food that had just been delivered, Hima handed the list to the leader in the statistics room.

The data in the assembly station is required to be updated every half an hour, so as soon as there is goods in and out, they must do a good job of statistics in the first time.

The most fearful of mistakes in numerical statistics is due to stress and fatigue, so when there are enough manpower, Jima and the others only have to work six hours a day.

The shift elf arrived, and after the handover was done, Hima left the office with a somewhat sore arm and walked towards her dormitory.

Although it was late at night, the assembly hall was still brightly lit and the elves were buzzing, and another team arrived here.

Standing on the side of the road, Hima stopped and searched the team carefully, but when the young soldiers had seen it, she still couldn't find her boyfriend.

She shook her head, then looked up at the stars in the night sky, wondering if her lover was now looking at the same bright starry sky.

Badr looked up at the night sky to the south, as if trying to find something. He had the best eyesight in the team, so he was given this task of looking up at the stars.

Before receiving the task, he had just stuffed two letters into his pocket, which were sent to him by Himma, one was that Himma said that he could not attend the appointment because the vehicle was requisitioned, and the other was that Jima said that he would help in Osmanthus City.

The letter had been delivered to the barracks by the post office shortly before they had been opened, and he had taken it out to look at it these days whenever he had time.

After several days of hiding in the wilderness, they stationed themselves at noon today in a village that had been evacuated not long ago, and the village had apparently been visited by the fishmen, who had found nothing and set fire to the houses here.

However, the main structure of the houses in the village is made of stone, and you can re-inhabit them by reinstalling the wooden floors, doors and windows, and painting the walls.

It was about 10 kilometers away from the Fishman Army, and Badr and they were told that these two days were the time for a counterattack, so the troops should do a good job of rest and vigilance.

But Badr didn't know what fighting back had to do with staring at the sky, and he didn't know why there were two rows of pyres in the clearing behind him.

Soldiers regard obedience to orders as their duty, so Badr first put aside the doubts in his heart and continued to look for possible dark shadows in the starry sky.

Soaring under the stars is not an easy job, and local bad weather, trekking, mechanical failures and other reasons can kill the driver of a power delta wing.

Morgan, as the commander of the operation, was piloting his power delta wing at the forefront.

There was a row of small lights on the roof of his wing, the light of which was not visible from the ground, but his comrades could see themselves in the air higher than him.

He set his altitude at an altitude of more than two thousand meters, and if anyone lost his way, he flew to the highest ceiling to try his luck.

They were lucky tonight, after throwing the bomb, Morgan led everyone to run north, anyway, as long as they flew north, they would definitely be able to return to land, and now it seems that everyone is there, and no one has flown away.

Controlling a power delta wing for long periods of time is a physically demanding task, and the cold wind in the air can take the heat away from them.

Now Morgan was holding their breath in their hearts, and in order for the first operation to end perfectly, they had to land all perfectly.

The pitch-black land soon appeared at the edge of the sea level, giving the pilots, who were already feeling sore in their arms, a little more strength in their bodies.

As they descended deeper into the land, a scene that could only be seen from the air appeared in front of Morgan and them.

The headlights of countless carriages formed a silvery-white stream on the ground, flowing endlessly towards the south.

Farther away, a light lit up, and a silver-white stream was slowly enveloping it in the distance.

After a while, two rows of fires lit on the ground. Although the fire was not large, Morgan could still see clearly in the air.