The army moved forward steadily, constantly gathering scattered soldiers on the way. The prospect of their ranks growing was in sight, but Hudson wore a somber face.
He was prepared, waiting for the enemy to attack, but all they could wait for was… it's better not to mention it. It was a waste of the crossbow arrows he had prepared.
In order to get these weapons, Hudson had tried everything, periodically sending reports to the capital, arguing for the pros and cons in each of them.
All summed up, he could have written a book titled "On the Importance of Miniature Magical Crossbows in Cavalry Combat".
With the kingdom's collective effort, a few thousand miniature magical crossbows were obtained, initially hoping to teach the enemy a lesson, but to his disappointment, they didn't give the opportunity.
