The night was deep.
Count Nicoll gazed in the direction of White Dew City in the distance and asked his deputy officer:
"How much longer will it take to reach White Dew City?"
"Sir, at our current pace, it will probably take about three more hours." The deputy officer thought for a moment, then asked, "Should we increase our marching speed?"
"No." Count Nicoll refused immediately, "White Dew City is home to a hundred thousand Pegasus Army troops. They have the advantage of the terrain and were well-prepared. There's no way the Blood Knight Army could break them in such a short time.
We don't need to rush, maintain formation and push forward steadily."
"Yes, sir!"
As they talked, there was suddenly a commotion from the left wing of the army. Count Nicoll, frowning, ordered:
"Halt the advance!"
Seeing this, the deputy officer cautiously reminded him, "Sir, it appears to be a small detachment of the Blood Knight Army harassing us, aiming to slow down our progress."
