Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi - Chapter 432
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Chapter 432

Translator: Nat

Aegir POV

A few days passed since the probing offensive led by me, and the ally camp finds itself engulfed by a strangely feverish atmosphere.

Message from the Military Commissioner. "The all-out attack remains at dawn as scheduled", is what he says.

I nod at the messenger.

This is good. I want to escape this tumultuous situation quickly too.

Being excited before a battle is fine, but this is on a different level.

The stench is unbearable too.

Celia pinches her nose adorably.

She was saying not too long ago that she eagerly wanted to increase her accomplishments this time as well.

This strategy is the definition of improper, although I'm not one to talk.

Yes. It's a clever scheme, where only our efforts would be wasted if we fail and we wouldn't be setback. We'll see if it works first, and if not, we'll switch to a frontal approach.

Tristan grabs his tea to drink, but his mood is ruined by the foul smell and he's forced to set his cup down.

Anyways, let's hurry. It stinks.

I thought we were having a meal before battle, but that wasn't the case.

Irijina is also fussing about how bad it smells.

Luna-san, that's for strategic purposes. You must not touch it!

M-my apologies. I thought we were having pig meat as a pre-battle meal.

Luna is up to something over on her side.

We have to wait until dawn. If we don't do it at daybreak, it apparently has half the effect.

I reluctantly sat down on the spot.

When I did, something let out an unpleasant squeal.

Be quiet!!

The cage was kicked to silence the source of the noise.

And so, the sun rose.

Commence the operation.

Erich raises his sword and points it toward the enemy camp.

March forward! Maintain a line formation.

Match your pace with the soldier next to you. I don't want anyone stepping out in front of anyone.

Commanders shouted countless orders to get their respective squads moving in an orderly manneror tried to.

There is a noticeable difference between the militia and the regular army.

Celia folds her arms with a troubled expression on her face.

Telling my army or the