Chapter 37: Great Alliance Moves Forward (22)_4

But none of that matters anymore.

What's important is that they are now appearing on the west bank of the unnamed river, on the southern battlefield... behind the unguarded Alliance frontlines.

And for Colonel Gaisa, "this troop appearing behind the front lines" is no longer important.

"Deliver this letter to Colonel Skool, go now." Gaisa folded the piece of paper, tossed it into Washington's hand, and coldly said, "If you don't deliver it, don't come back."

"Yes!" Without asking further, Washington turned and mounted the warhorse already foaming at the mouth from exhaustion, snapped the whip, and galloped out of the square formation.

Gaisa watched the junior officer leave in silence, then took the reins and mounted his steed: "Beat the drums! Pass the order! There's no need to retreat anymore!"

He solemnly donned the helmet he always disliked: "Engage right here!"

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[River Valley Village]

"Seems I was right." Woods raised his hand and pointed southwest: "Colonel."