The Regressed Mercenary's Machinations

Chapter 471

Ghislain's mobile unit currently consisted of 10,000 soldiers.

While 20,000 troops had been allocated to Marquis Maurice McQuarry’s side, Ghislain decided to pick the most elite 10,000 to prioritize speed and execute his plan swiftly.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

The 10,000-strong Fenris mobile unit moved at an extraordinary pace. The only times they stopped were when their horses needed rest.

The robust northern horses, known for their stamina, required only brief periods of rest. Moreover, the highly nutritious combat rations from Fenris further minimized the time needed for recuperation.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

This was Ghislain, who had traversed the kingdom as if it were his backyard. The mobile unit, traversing familiar terrain with no hesitation, soon caught up with the Delphine forces led by Count Fograne.

The mobile unit, which had been advancing without rest for several days, collapsed where they stood as soon as Ghislain gave the command. Even for such well-trained soldiers, this forced march was grueling.

They didn’t bother setting up a proper camp. They simply tied up their horses and took a break wherever they stood.

Of course, they didn’t just lay there idly. Fenris now had an abundance of supplies, including potions.

“Ha, it really is good to have money.”

“Never thought I’d drink one of these when I wasn’t injured.”

“This stuff used to be so expensive we couldn’t even think about buying it.”

Each soldier pulled out a potion from their pack and drank it.

Potions not only healed wounds but also boosted vitality by artificially enhancing regeneration. It was akin to pouring liquid gold into their mouths, but none of them cared.

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