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If it weren't for the sixteen old soldiers leading the way, the convoy would have fallen apart on its own while on the move.
The villages, small towns, and even the bandit gangs in the forests all covertly spied on this troop.
Is it a conscription team?
Unlikely.
For months, they had only seen conscription teams hauling grain to Revodan, it was the first time witnessing a convoy carrying grain on the way back.
"Lift your heads! Puff out your chests!" Winters, on horseback, inspected them from front to back, "You are soldiers, not bandits! Walk with pride!"
Under Winters' harsh commands, the tense cheeks of the "new soldiers" gradually relaxed.
They thought: That's right? I'm already a member of the militia, why should I be scared?
"Vashka!" Winters called out from a distance.
"Present!" Vashka hurriedly rode his horse over.
"Sing a song for everyone!"
Vashka's face turned bitter, "Centurion, I only know the songs of the Dusans..."