Due to the time required to sort out personnel and supplies, the departure was scheduled for the early morning of the next day.

The final team size is around 400 people, composed of elite players and paladins selected from among the mercenaries, as well as magicians from the imperial capital, who the duke has no right to interfere with.

Because of the festival caused by Henry's forcible seizure of power, even the group of nobles under the Duke of Julionde did not miss a stumbling block when arranging supplies. But these supplies belong to Margaret's family in the end, and she is already holding her anger at these idiots.

In all fairness, Miss Noble was a romantic.

This is not derogatory, she is not the kind of person who sits and dreams and waits for others to fulfill her wishes, and from the very beginning of the assignment in Parnila, we can clearly see that this eldest lady is a real person of action.

But she is still a romantic, and like our Mira, they are pure.

This is not simply the result of ignorance and naivety, but the attempt to believe in certain good qualities despite witnessing many injustices and pains.

Throughout history, this is the case with people who have been able to bring about change. Yes, they are actioners, but not only for what is visible to the naked eye, and not like politicians who act only for their own interests, as Hurionde did.

They believe that even if others say it's just a fantasy, they put it into action, trying their best to grasp even the slightest spark, because they believe that one day, even if it doesn't bring about a huge change, it can be passed on and passed on to the next person.

So when Henry brought her this victory, Margaret cried.

If you don't know who Henry Mayer really is, you can't understand the excitement in her heart.

If you don't know what glory lies in the sword he held aloft, you won't understand it.

When he wore that silver armor, when he put on his bright red cloak, when he held up Kramer and shouted—

Shouting-

Shouting "In the name of humanity!" and launching a dark charge, and all people, regardless of color, ethnicity, or speech, roared and followed with an unstoppable march on—

That scene.

How intoxicating.

Dissent and differences between each other.

Shoulder to shoulder, without hesitation.

The story became a reality.

And she was in it.

So Margaret was so excited that she couldn't help herself.

But the reality, after all, is not so beautiful as in the story. Before they could savor the victory, Juliond and his gang jumped out to stir up the situation.

It's like a long-awaited birthday meal suddenly disrupted by a prank, and the person who did it is still laughing next to him. As high as the Duke's gang was in high spirits, so was Margaret's anger.

After putting so much effort into the city defense battle, in the end, such a politician who had not contributed at all took advantage of the loophole and picked the fruit.

It wasn't difficult to debunk Julionde's deception, and even she had many ways to bring him down. But the shrewd Duke had won hearts and minds by himself through the Victory Parade beforehand, even if it was not very stable, but at this juncture when the threat of the witch had not yet been resolved, if they chose to expose and tear their faces, it was likely to cause the human camp to split into two parts.

The supplies from Parnira have been cut off, and the city's defense weapons will inevitably not be able to use as much as this time in the next wave of attacks, and now is really not a good time to engage in civil unrest.

And the duke expected this, so he made it grand.

She could only endure it. In order to preserve their strength, they can only compromise. Even if this means that the duke is likely to take the lead in a series of political confrontations in the future, but this is the reality, the thinking of military people who solve problems and the thinking of politicians who focus on their own interests have always been polarized, and the real voice of the whole country can only be realized when the imperial power is strong enough, and now it is-

She didn't think much further in that direction.

There is a limit to compromise, and it is okay to interfere in other things. When a group of nobles who did not know whether they were instructed or felt that they had a duke and could do whatever they wanted, they came to the place where the logistics troops were located and began to spill and smash the precious freshwater storage pots, wantonly contaminate the precious grain, and interfere with the preparation of supplies for Henry and his party.

Margaret.

Went berserk.

She ordered her able-bodied mercenaries to tie up the dozen or so little nobles and lock them up in the barn where the bodies of the fallen were stored for later burial, and the night spent in the smell of the warmer weather and the eerie horror of death taught them enough lessons, and then the guards were strengthened to avoid any unwarranted disputes.

In the midst of all kinds of trivial twists and turns, the materials and equipment equipped for these 400 elites were finally prepared.

This force was made up entirely of combatants, and there was no logistics because they were very different from the professional soldiers of the Empire. Neither paladins nor mercenaries are not a state after all, and they have not reached this level of financial and material resources, and they are accustomed to maintaining their own weapons and armor, taking care of their horses, cooking and setting up camps by themselves.

As for the relatively "delicate" magicians, in the end they occupy a relatively small number of people, and they are divided to act together with others, coupled with the accompanying service of the apprentices, although there are still many people who express concerns, but they will probably not lose their combat ability due to bumps after entering the wilderness.

In addition to the logistical supply staff, another team abandoned the horse-drawn carriage. Although a four-wheeled carriage could carry eight or ten horses, the witch would not wait for them obediently on the open avenue, and there was no smooth road in the intricate forest, and the weather had returned to the ten degrees Celsius, and the snow melted and the ground became muddy, and the use of the carriage would only slow them down considerably.

No one can predict exactly when the witch will recover. They still paid a lot of price when they had the city wall to rely on, the materials were sufficient, and the total number of troops was tens of thousands or nearly 10,000 people, so that she was weakened to the point where she was now, once she spent too much time on other things, this army of only more than 400 people was afraid that there would be no return.

Abandoning the carriage meant that they had to travel lightly, but the armor and weapons used in battle could not be ambiguous, so they could only end up with their daily necessities and accompanying items.

The problem of drinking water can be solved in the wild, but food is a top priority. Of course, you can save a lot of weight space without food, but after the witch's horde of ghouls, it will take at least a year or two for the ecosystem south of the Bao Forest to return to its former vigor. Teams of more than 400 people are not going to find enough food in this barren forest, no matter how good their ability to survive in the wild.

Therefore, the food must be carried by yourself, and it must be a variety of dry food and jerky, which is small in size and can provide enough nutrition, and is easy to cook. In addition, pots and utensils were also selected, and strict distribution was carried out to ensure that they did not carry too many of each material.

It doesn't sound like much difficulty in general terms, but in practice it is quite cumbersome to prepare a person's survival supplies, and multiplied by four hundred, our Miss Margaret will be busy until the night sleeps, and it is a matter of course.

"Purr-"

The war horse snorted, although the weather warmed up to the level of more than ten degrees, but the moisture caused by the melting snow made the actual body feel colder. Breaths of cold air and dampness erode your body, and even with a thick cloak, it still hits, making your hands and feet cold.

The logistics troops, combat sappers and junior infantry got up long before they set out, clearing the snow and clearing the corpses from the battlefield.

"Even though I had seen it once yesterday, I still found it unbelievable—" Filippo sighed softly beside Mira, the old butler Ferruccio stayed with the noble lady, and the young man decided to travel with them.

Miss Luo An nodded in agreement.

The battlefield at the entrance of the town of Scotty was littered with corpses, undead and ghouls lying on the ground, bed crossbows, winch crossbows, and arrows fired from various bows and arrows, and large areas of shooting stones for attacks fell everywhere. The soldiers worked together to clean up the battlefield, the spear-wielding men were on guard for the aftermath, and any ghouls and undead who were still drawing out were quick to replenish their swords, and they were so impressed that they were still scared despite the victory.

"Snap-" Despite the magicians' detection that the black bodily fluids in the bodies of the undead were "inactivated", they were still able to be careful, and while two soldiers leveled their spears, the other hooked the corpse with another long rod - the long-rod iron hook that had been used to pull the bed crossbow and defend the city, and now it had become a tool for moving the corpse.

After the bodies were piled aside, another group of soldiers came over and began to clean up the ground and retrieve all the weapons and arrows that could be used.

A third group of soldiers set a fire on the other side, and the open space to the west of the wall was covered with charred marks, the corpses that had been burned several times yesterday. The snow in the vicinity melted the fastest, and now even the soil on the ground has dried out and turned a light color.

Less honorable work than the previous battles, but a must.

"Whew—" Mira exhaled a long breath, the long-lost dawn of the morning giving her the illusion of a world away. The little unicorn approached and rubbed her head against the calf of the girl who was riding on the horse. She turned her head sideways and gently stroked its graceful neck.

"Have a nice trip, may the gods bless you. Several soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield passed by and saluted the mercenaries and knights, and the voices within the army were not uniform, and a considerable number of them supported their task force to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots. But there are also many people who are guided by Julionde and them to think that they are killing themselves and wasting precious materials, so they do not give a good look.

"You elves think that disagreements or even quarrels are great rebellions, but for humans, they are just ordinary things. Camilo shook his head and said this to Orno, who was silent.

It's not hard to convince an elf to keep to himself. While many people think of them as stubborn and arrogant, this is often the case because the humans they are talking to say are too stupid and naïve to the elves.

There are only a handful of rebellious and fleeing elves like Ornort in their long history. On the other hand, when there is a difference of opinion between the two parties, even if all the evidence you can come up with can prove that the other party is wrong, he will still not admit that he is wrong, but will begin to deny the authenticity of your evidence, ask you to come up with evidence to prove your evidence, and then fall into an endless cycle of arguments.

The incomprehensibility of human beings in some ways often makes people feel very helpless.

But maybe it's like a lot of other things, Mira thought.

There is a good side and a bad side.

Although it was not perfect, many times she even felt a deep sense of helplessness, as she had done yesterday.

But that should not negate all value.

My teacher didn't say it often, or never said it, but he taught him this truth with his actions.

The sound of the horse's hooves sounded, and Mira turned around, and Henry, who had changed into his previous cuirass and black warm cloak, slowly approached Kramer on his horseback.

"I said, it's too conspicuous. The girl smiled slightly, and the sage shrugged.

"Where's Margaret?"

"Miss is busy until the early hours of the morning, I guess I won't be able to get up this morning. ”

"Okay, let her sleep well. ”

"Ready to go—"

"Yes, sir. "Ready to go, Trumpeter!"

"Woo-woo-"

"Woo-woo-"

The long sound of the horn came through the window and in the air, and Konstantin, who had been working on all kinds of work in the morning, raised his head and looked this way with a frown. The Duke of Julionde, who was writing a letter in the rear, disdainfully "cut".

Minna put her ponytail in her own pigtail and walked to the top of the wall—she still had a lot to attend to and therefore had to stay, and the dame looked into the distance, the line of four hundred men small compared to the corpse-strewn battlefield.

She took a deep breath, but was about to speak when she was disrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps.

"-Mademoiselle, clothes!" Ferruccio's voice sounded in the back, and in front of her was the clear sound of Margaret stepping barefoot on the stones of the wall.

The aristocratic lady's long black hair was messy, and her pale blue nightdress was crooked, and she grabbed the long skirt with both hands and lifted them up, and ran to Minna's side in small steps.

Margaret, who obviously hadn't slept enough, had two big dark circles under her eyes, and she panted all the way from the resting place, and fine sweat oozed from her forehead.

"Ha-ha-ha-" The aristocratic lady gasped for breath and took a deep breath after a quick gasp.

"Y-we-want!"

She shouted.

"Live--back-come!"

Henry, Mira, and Filippo stopped together, and all looked up at the top of the wall, and Minna raised her eyebrows in surprise, surprised at how the noble lady's tiny body could make such a loud sound.

"I command you in the name of the little explorer, the head of the regiment. ”

"Come back alive. ”

"You are all members of my glorious mercenary group. ”

"Definitely. ”

"Gotta come back alive. ”

"Once again, let's go on an adventure!"

She shouted, perhaps because she had exerted too much force, and finally the whole person fell on the edge of the wall.

"Obey, Commander-" Mira waved her hand.

"Whew-"

"Hey, hey, hey—" The aristocratic lady with her little face against the cold city wall laughed quietly, just laughing and laughing, tears falling again for some reason.

"Really. The blonde lady smiled and shook her head, and reached over and touched her head.

"Have a nice trip—" she said, waving at the crowd.

"Let's go. Henry shrugged.

The team began to move forward. 8)