Rose's body pivoted, looking back at the cavalry and guard peasants behind him, he shouted.
"Everyone, immediately increase your speed."
"Strive to return to Morgan Town before nightfall."
"Lord Lynn is waiting for our triumphant return!"
As Rose's words fell, a series of loud responses echoed.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Rose nodded in satisfaction, exerting force with his legs, he squeezed the belly of the warhorse beneath him.
The horse, understanding the power, instantly began to increase the frequency of its strides, accelerating forward.
Behind Rose, the marching formation also began to accelerate.
The sound of horse hooves and footsteps pounded continuously across the vast expanse of farmland.
After marching rapidly for an hour,
Rose, riding on the warhorse, gazed into the distance.
At the end of his line of sight, he could already see the forest filled with trees towering over ten meters high.
Teams of figures stood at the edge of the forest.
