Dawn broke.
Nearly a hundred thousand troops, fully arrayed, marched towards the distant city. Tall battle standards pierced through the lingering morning mist, and their synchronized steps created an earthquake-like roar, causing birds in the distant dense forest to scatter in a panic.
Liens walked to the front of the army, watching as the distant outline gradually became clear. His eyes grew more serious, and his grip on his sword tightened.
According to the plan made at the meeting, when the two armies truly faced each other below Baker City, there would likely be no pre-battle declarations, but rather a direct outbreak of war.
What would this battle turn into? Did they truly have a chance of winning? He didn't know.
Last night, he had wanted to test in the instance whether the Rebel Army's preparations this time could capture Baker City, which meant fighting a preliminary battle in the instance to see the situation.
But this idea did not materialize.
