Several miles outside Ancient Dumu Town.
After the Thunderhawk flew off, Robson quickened the army's pace, covering a distance of hundreds of miles in just a day and a night.
Admittedly, the Ancient Trade Route had been built wide enough to perfectly accommodate Robson's blitz tactics.
"How are things? Are the Soldiers ready?" Robson looked at Ais.
Ever since Bo Yang had left the army, Ais had taken complete command of the First Regiment.
This was one of the reasons Robson had sent Bo Yang away. No matter how close they were, Bo Yang was still an outsider representing a different family.
It wasn't a matter of trust. The First Regiment was simply too important to Robson right now; he couldn't possibly hand over such an army to someone with a different surname.
Nepotism wasn't always the wrong choice.
"No problems. The men's morale is high."
Robson nodded.
Robson had been a little worried that the enemy would be prepared, but now, he dismissed the thought.
