The best ruler of its time is a demon lord?

It was only a two, three hundred paces long stretch of dried-out land. 

A path that any human could make with hardly any risk of twisting their ankle at worst. 

But the same couldn't be said about the main source of the raiding party's mobility - their carriages. 

"Push!" 

Leonidas shouted while stuck to the side of one of the supply carts, organizing the rhythm for the exercise. 

"Push!" 

A moment of wait. 

"Push!"

Scratching at every turn of its wooden wheel, shaking as if its axles were about to give out right away, the carriage moved for a whole meter… before its back-right wheel fell into a small ditch, stopping the progress once again. 

"Why won't we just dismantle them all, move everything in parts, and then assemble it again?" One of Martin's soldiers muttered when the time for break finally came.