The gloomy and damp atmosphere remained, and it was already approaching dusk.

  James furrowed his brow, he didn't like the overcast sky that had lasted for eleven days, and even less liked the team's continued advance, but all of this couldn't shake Hannet Knight's determination to press on.

  The sound of horseshoes echoed from afar, James looked over and saw three war horses galloping towards him. Then, a bloody prey fell to the ground with a loud thud.

  At one end of the camp, a large pot emitted the aroma of wild vegetables. Several chefs rushed over and immediately began to peel and bleed. In no time, the fragrance spread throughout the temporary camp.

  Three knights' attendants dismounted and rushed to the bonfire, where the cook took out the bread that had been toasted over the flames. The three men immediately snatched a piece each and began devouring them ravenously.

  James walked over and saw that they had managed to force a faint smile onto their frozen, iron-blue faces in welcome.

  And in the temporary camp, infantrymen were still training and running, with Hannet Knights at the forefront.

  James watched, growing increasingly anxious, to the point where he decided to confront Hannett today. This wasn't just him, but everyone felt an intangible pressure, and as they walked further, the dense forest seemed to fill with an indescribable aura, causing panic and unease to unconsciously fill their hearts.

  He asked himself if he was a strong person, and had such a feeling. It's easy to imagine what ordinary people would think, just by looking at their bloodshot eyes. If this continues, the team will completely collapse.

  But at this moment, the sound of horseshoes came from outside the camp again. A rider emerged from the thick fog and rode straight into the camp, dismounting and falling to Han's side.

  James looked closely and this was indeed one of Hannett's four knight attendants.

  "Rest, full rest, bring out one-third of the bread and meat, today we will have a good rest." Not much time had passed when Harnett issued such an order.

  Although it was not a forced march, this army of two hundred men, who were advancing deep into the wilderness while hunting and training, were also exhausted and needed to rest.

  Of course, the problem of logistics is that when a large army of tens of thousands is on the move, it is difficult to guarantee logistics along the way, whether by hunting or plundering villages, unless they eat people. That's why the Art of War says that logistics are the king's way. However, for a small team of less than 200 people, no matter where they are, they can basically maintain their survival, so Fang Xin dares to do so.

  James felt uneasy, the fog settled on his armor, forming dew, falling onto the skin of his neck, making him involuntarily take a cool breath, he stepped forward: "Sir?"

  Fang Xing's expression was relaxed, but his eyes were very serious as he said in a low voice, "We've encountered the Dark Soldier's outpost."

  "What's to be done?"

  "What to do? Naturally, we'll have a battle." Fang Xin showed him a smile: "Can't we retreat without fighting? Don't forget, sooner or later we'll have one war, it's all the same whether we fight early or late."

  "Sir, but..."

  "There's no room for discussion here, I'm the one in charge. Are you planning to disobey my orders?" Fang Xin said resolutely, a hint of chilliness flashing in his eyes.

  James took a deep breath, paused for a moment, and said in a low tone: "Yes, I obey your command."

  He suddenly realized in his heart that Hannit seemed to have been ready to fight against the dark soldiers from the very beginning.

  Fang Xin also stopped paying attention to him. In fact, he had previously read some general knowledge courses for officers, especially classical ones. However, actual combat was completely different from theoretical discussions on paper. The only thing worth celebrating was that Fang Xin also had self-awareness. His first time leading a team was with a small troop of less than 200 people. Such a team could actually exercise the commander's ability to the greatest extent.

  Secondly, he has Jade Like Intention, in small-scale battles, this is a life-saving treasure whether killing enemies or retreating.

  Even has an almost heavenly skill, that is to consume a certain amount of merit, currently can feel the general degree of nearby enemy soldiers, that dark aura is really good at sensing - this is similar to the Eastern art of sensing the air.

  The aroma of meat and bread wafted over, everyone cheered, arrived at the field, although there were hunting and logistics vehicles, but still controlled eating, now each person had a thick slice of bread, plus a large piece of meat, as for the meat soup, they drank it.

  Although they said so, the old soldiers already felt it, and they ate and drank in big mouthfuls, then automatically checked their own equipment. The militia, of course, did not have uniform equipment, with deformed iron helmets, damaged wooden armor, and some were already broken leather with several mouths.

  Weapons are also varied, including long swords, long spears, wolf-tooth clubs, nail-headed maces, and battle axes. If we win this time, there will be even more varieties of spoils of war.

  The new recruits were also infected and slowly they too understood, hastily checking their own equipment.

  "Scouts have found the Dark Troops' outpost, we rest today and attack at noon tomorrow, does everyone understand?" Fang Xin stood up and gave a simple order: "Also, James, prepare for the camp attack, I'll go take a look at the enemy outpost myself."

  "Yes, sir!" James replied simply, his tone revealing his discontent.

  Fang Xin had long expected this, without wearing armor or bringing horses. He wore a black cloak and didn't even bring attendants, giving them a few orders before disappearing into the forest.

  This world, the closer to darkness, the thicker the fog is. It's said that in the dark stronghold, only at noon for a short period of time will it dissipate, making visibility extremely low.

  Currently, Fang Xin can sense within a range of forty meters without consuming any merit. It is this point that makes him dare to be so adventurous. In the eyes of his soul, the entire tree is filled with dense black air.

  No wonder this small world, once every ten years to conquer, has also had victories, but it has always been unable to counterattack. In a place with such a strong dark atmosphere, the Dark Soldiers will gain a great advantage.

  Instinctively heading towards the place with the darkest aura, the wind swept through the thicket, carrying an ominous sound. Suddenly, a faint light appeared in the distance, flickering dimly. In the light, a dark and sinister figure was vaguely visible.

  This was originally a manor, a manor with thick stone walls, but the gate did not close, and it was open. A dark breath seeped out from the door.

  Fang Xing quietly moved forward, slowly approaching until he hid in a corner of the path near the manor, where he could see the dark soldiers inside without needing to sense anything.

  A dark knight, striding forward with his head held high, the armor on his body clanking loudly, a heavy long sword slapping against his thigh. In the dim firelight, not a glimmer of light could be seen on his black armor, an aura of murder gathering around him, and Fang Xin even sensed that his dark energy was hovering above him, almost taking shape.

  Behind this dark knight, eight guards followed, wearing chain mail, with piercing red light shining from under their pointed helmets, one hand on the hilt of their sword and the other holding a torch.

  And the next scene filled Fang's heart with surprise, that ordinary tenants and servants were retreating to the side of the road, not even daring to lift their heads - there are ordinary people here!

  Having seen this, Fang Xin felt relieved instead. He began to retreat slowly, as long as the dark soldiers were not supernatural powers, as long as they were still flesh and blood, and still had to eat, as long as there were still people to lead.

  Fang Xin's greatest fear was encountering skeleton soldiers of this nature. Even if he won the battle, there would be nothing to gain.

  Just then, the dark knight let out a low "hmm" and looked in the direction of Fang Xin, but the torch was dim and he couldn't see anything. He found it strange and hesitated for a moment before continuing on his way.