CHAPTER 453: CHAPTER 422: THE AWAKENING CONSCIOUSNESS

The sky was a dull orange and yellow, seemingly even more oppressive today.

Though oppressive, the rising celestial body still illuminated the earth.

Inside the red and white-colored camp.

A spacious red and white soldier’s tent.

Beside the tent was a matching large stable, where 10 warhorses were resting.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The crisp metallic sound of an iron basin being struck echoed throughout the camp.

As the sound arrived,

Inside the tent.

A young man with a thin scar on his nose instantly opened his eyes.

Accompanied by the sound, he quickly got up and jumped out of bed.

It wasn’t just him; the other comrades residing in the tent with him also awoke simultaneously.

These comrades were part of the same squad as him.

However, their squad now only had 9 members left.

Their leader was shot in the neck by a crossbow arrow during yesterday’s raid and died on the spot.

And Centurion Meizike didn’t have time to heal him; he died and turned into floating blue magic power.

"The captain is calling for assembly," said a soldier beside him.

Upon hearing the words, Mark snapped back to reality. Yes, he was now the new squad leader.

"Hurry up, come help me put on my armor."

After speaking, the whole squad formed into pairs to help each other don their armor. Since they were one person short, a group of three assisted each other.

Putting on armor alone took longer than doing it with a partner.

They were already quite adept at donning armor, and since they wore light armor, it didn’t take long for them to finish and grab weapons from the nearby racks before heading out.

The main weapon in their hands was a short curved bow, making it easy to shoot enemies while riding warhorses.

They quickly exited the tent, taking their warhorses from the side stable.

Mark casually picked up a carrot, leading his warhorse and feeding it as they walked.

"Bai Er, perform well today too."

After watching his warhorse finish eating, Mark patted its neck and said.

This warhorse had white fur on one ear, which was the origin of its name.

Mark led his warhorse to the assembly outside the camp, where many soldiers had already gathered.

Depending on their troop type, they stood in different formations.

At the front of the ranks was a female centaur, wearing a mighty lion armor adorned with golden and red accents.

Crowned with a regal headpiece and draped in a cloak, she exuded an extraordinary aura.

At first sight, these soldiers viewed Kreya as an unbeaten general.

A race that is half human, half horse.

Every time Mark saw her, he found it strange, yet felt it shouldn’t be strange.

Ah, how strange indeed.

However, Kreya was not the object of Mark’s allegiance; he pledged loyalty to Officer Kane.

An officer who performed remarkably and fiercely on the battlefield.

Mark was fortunate to witness the might of his object of allegiance, especially the scene where the iron fist smashed through the fortress.

It often became a point of pride for Mark, especially as many in the unit were new recruits.

As Kane’s subordinates, they often flaunted their officer’s prowess in front of other comrades.

Mark looked at the adjacent squad, a group of crossbowmen carrying huge crossbows.

These were not the targets of their flaunting.

Who could blame them when their allegiance was to Centurion Meizike?

Though Mark had scarcely heard Centurion Meizike speak, he had personally experienced his healing.

Depending on him on the battlefield to stay alive was crucial.

Therefore, the crossbowmen under Centurion Meizike were almost the most untouchable among these soldiers.

"What are you thinking about, Mark? You can’t be distracted on the battlefield; remember, you’re the squad leader now."

A middle-aged strong man in armor like Mark’s walked over and patted his shoulder and said.

Mark immediately came back to his senses and said to the man, "Sorry, Captain Abby."

"Haha, no worries, lad. Gear up for the next victory." Abby joked with a smile before continuing to check on other soldiers.

This was the captain of their bow riders’ array, Kane’s appointed deputy, in charge in the absence of other centurions.

He also handled some routine matters and conveyed Kane’s orders.

The slightly noisy environment suddenly quieted down. Mark glanced around and realized all the soldiers had assembled.

Meanwhile, Kreya, who had been facing away, turned around. Next to Kreya now stood several other centurions.

Even in the absence of Captain Kane, these officers could still issue orders.

"Move out!"

Upon hearing Kreya’s command, Mark immediately mounted his warhorse, Bai Er.

Then he said to his teammates behind him, "Follow me and spread out to the side."

With that, he and his remaining eight teammates formed a sentinel squad, scattering around, just as the other bow riders were doing.

As the whole army moved out, they were responsible for dispersing and observing the surroundings to report information to the legion.

Mark led his comrades directly to the forefront of the entire formation.