After two days of rest, the Hantu City Legion did not even completely clean up the battlefield, so they packed up their tents, burned the camp and trenches, and prepared to leave from Eagle Fall Mountain. On the long battlefield, you can even see large areas of bones piled up haphazardly, and the thick smell of blood in the air still lingers for a long time, and even the soft mud under your feet is still dark red.

But Anson couldn't wait—not just desperate to return to Hentu City and get the word out about his victory. In fact, just the day before, he had sent several groups of cavalrymen carrying the swallowtail flag and the flaming goshawk flag along the rugged mountain road to announce to the entire Han Land who the final victor of this war was!

What's more, the entire army of Hantu City was almost overwhelmed - the wounded needed to be treated, the recruits and knights were eager to get the reward they deserved, the veterans who were about to retire were looking forward to where they would soon get their own land, and the disabled were worried about how much they would receive to support themselves for the rest of their lives, or what they could do later.

After such a hard, long and intense battle, the fighting spirit and morale of the Legion of Hantu City plummeted, and their whining could be heard even for two days.

If these can still be suppressed by the prestige that the little prince has just won a big victory, then the problem of logistics shortage has really reached the point of urgency - indeed, the Hantu City Legion has quite abundant and sound logistics support routes, but no matter how sound and sufficient logistics are, it will definitely not be able to withstand such a huge consumption. Just the arrows and warbows that the crossbowmen consume every day. It's already an incomparably large number. And the high-quality timber used to build the arrow towers and fences had to be transported from the rear.

Every day the war lasts is a huge expenditure and a financial hole. These expenses could not be borne only by the taxes of the Dukedom of Hantu City and the property collected before, and more than half of them were the Minest family of Seahorse Harbor and many lords in the south who were struggling.

Even if it was just to keep himself from being dragged down by his own army, Anson had no second choice - if he continued to march east, of course, he might have captured more land, more people and destroy more war tribes, but what was the use? The land in the east was barren and cold, and even those poor barbarians could not feed themselves, otherwise why would they desperately want to migrate west?

This is also three hundred years. Every Duke of Hantu City has never conquered the real reason for the entire Hanland, those lands have not been conquered at all, and the value of being ruled is far less than what they have gained, even if each of them knows that if they let the east go like this, it will not take a hundred years for those barbarians to multiply and gather like locusts again, and once again threaten Turin's rule in Hanland.

Such a war may continue for another hundred years, or even two hundred or three hundred years—perhaps until either side completely collapses and perishes.

The army of Hantu City, which left in a hurry, left an unprecedented "feast" for all the vultures and hyenas around the entire Eagle Fall Mountain, and the dark red full and full blood plasma may make this land fertile again. Perhaps the old river battlefield that dried up will once again have clear water.

With the sound of the horn echoing again between the steep paths of the Iron Cliff Mountain. The hunting battle flags were raised one by one, and the army of Hantu City, which was extremely quiet but billowing with billowing smoke and dust, finally embarked on the road back to Hantu City.

Tens of thousands of soldiers will divide their troops into three routes after reaching the southeast path, continue to advance from different directions and roads, and then converge at Hantu City - for a legion of tens of thousands of people, the overall march is an option to avoid as much as possible in peacetime, and it is also a helpless move to prevent the enemy from sneaking up and scattering forces.

Because the greater the strength of the corps, the more difficult it is for the commander to command, the more difficult it is for orders to be communicated, and the easier it is for one to lose sight of the other, not to mention the proportional increase in the logistical expenses incurred as a result, and the overall marching army must be longer, and it is more difficult for everyone to reach the target at the same time, which is the most important purpose of dividing the army.

According to the original plan, the three legions would take on different tasks - Edward's Banner Legion would take the most of the loot and turn it into pay and supplies, while the other would take the slaves and transport them to the fairgrounds in the Southeastern Corner and the territory of Strongland, and sell most of them, and the final core elite would return to Strongland with the Little Prince, and of course, the head of Asriel.

In the beginning, the three legions could prepare for the winter camp soon after completing their respective missions, because the winter of Hantu came early and it was necessary to prepare in advance - but this time, before they could separate, the order of the chief lieutenant Glynn Turn, immediately spread throughout the army, and every legionnaire was not allowed to leave his post unless he received special permission, otherwise he would be punished as a rebellion!

"In a month, in a month, the five main legions must be assembled in Hantu City, ready to wait for the will of His Royal Highness Anson Marcherus, Duke of Hantu City!" glaring, Green Turn's order was almost delivered to the herald with a roar, and the chief lieutenant couldn't help but sigh when he saw the other party fleeing in the desert.

"Have you told His Highness Anson about it?"

"Not yet...... Wait. With a long sigh, Green Turn, who had turned around, turned his gaze to Edward, who was still looking at the map, "I thought you would tell him directly. ”

"Tell our prince when he is most proud and happy?" Edward slowly raised his head and chuckled, "I'm not that stupid yet. ”

"That's it. The chief lieutenant closed his eyes helplessly: "How can he say such a thing when he is most happy - even for him, it is really ...... It's cruel. ”

In fact, even Greene Turn, when he heard the news of Horace's critical illness from Edward's mouth, was 10,000 unwilling to believe it, and once thought that it was just a joke used by the other party to see his jokes.

But the cruel reality was that he had to believe it, even if it made him miserable - although Edward had no evidence at all, and there was no basis for it, Green knew that he would never lie, and he vaguely guessed that this guy had his own source of information.

How many of the guys who were able to survive in Turin City and have not yet been eaten alive are fools?

"This is so sudden, His Majesty Horace's critical illness is bound to upset the already fragile balance - Berion will not let go of such a good opportunity. Green Thorn's eyes were scarlet: "The other party's knives are almost raised, we must not let our guard down at this time!"

"Then what are you going to do? The war is over, how many reasons do we have to continue to maintain an army of tens of thousands in Hantu City, how can we make those exhausted soldiers give up rest and winter camp and continue to standby?" Edward asked rhetorically, "His Majesty Horace is still alive, and Berion has not shown the slightest intention of trying to rebel, and nothing has happened yet." ”

"Even so, you can't put the soldiers back - otherwise Your Highness will have no capital at all!" Green shook his head: "Relying only on your Battle Banner Legion and Your Highness's Guards Legion, it is absolutely impossible to defeat Berion in Turin!"

"Be patient, Greene Tern, this fight hasn't started yet, if we ...... now"

"Be patient?!" Green was about to roar: "It's time like this, you still want me to be patient, for what?!"

"In order not to be defeated, in order to be able to see victory. Edward's voice was calm to cold, "Do you know who wants to see us lose our patience and become a grumpy mad dog, and then bared our teeth and do things that turn everyone away?"

"Of course it's Berion—I don't need to tell you, do I?" (To be continued.) )