Chapter 139

Chapter 139: Under the Starry Sky

In the Tixilan Mountains, rabbit-eared tribesmen were loading supplies onto pack animals, securing them tightly with thick ropes made from several strands of coarse fibers. These ropes felt somewhat prickly in their hands.

Under the towering redwood trees, the rabbit-eared tribesmen and their pack animals appeared diminutive, almost level with the earth. The trees stood hundreds of meters apart, their dense canopies nearly blocking out the sky. Occasionally, beams of light filtered through the thick leaves, illuminating the misty forest.

“Captain, everything is ready.”

A rabbit-eared tribesman in steel plate armor rode up on horseback. Beneath his knight helmet was a young face. If not for the ears poking out from the helmet, one might not have been able to tell him apart from a human.

“Good, then let’s get ready to depart. You and the other two lieutenants will lead three hundred cavalry ahead.”

“Yes, Captain.” He saluted from atop his horse and called to his teammates behind him. “Everyone, follow me.”

With a whistle, the white-armored rabbit-eared cavalry formed a neat formation. The horses’ hooves, shod with fine iron plates, trod softly on the ground, stirring up fallen leaves and soil as they moved westward.

Thousands of pack animals began to slowly move forward, following the sound of copper bells in front.

“Canda, did His Highness only order your knights to go? We want to go too.”

A burly man like a mountain approached, his steel armor as intimidating as a porcupine. A heavy battle axe rested on the ground, its shaft deeply embedded in the soil.

“There’s no choice, Furnace Mountain. The situation is urgent now, we need to hurry. Only cavalry can keep up with the pace.”

“Besides, if we all leave, who will guard our homes? It still depends on you. Even if I fail, I can always come back stronger.”

“Don’t say such pessimistic things. I’ve prepared such excellent armor and weapons for you all, not to let you die easily on the battlefield.”

“I’m waiting for you to return so we can celebrate. Then you can tell us about how heroic you were on the battlefield, fighting a thousand men single-handedly and intimidating the enemy.”

“Haha, thanks, Old Furnace.”

“Have no fear, we’ll return alive.”

Canda slapped his old friend in farewell, then mounted his warhorse and shouted loudly:

“Iron Sun Knight Company, advance!”

The warhorses neighed as rows of cavalry galloped through the forest, holding long lances and banners. The pure white banners bore a black sun emblem.

These cavalry would escort a large amount of food and supplies out of the Tixilan Mountains, heading west to the vast wilderness, once the land of the West Wind but now under the control of Clancia.

This food would greatly alleviate the current shortage in Clancia, while these excellent armors and weaponry would equip a crack unit, becoming the core and backbone of the battlefield.

Leading this company was Canda, the captain of the knightly force. Under Lolan Hill’s instructions, the rabbit-eared tribes had established this elite army, recruiting members with a Sequence 2 ranking or higher. Coupled with ironclad discipline and top-notch armor, they could almost match units of Sequence 3 in strength.

However, even the best troops must be tested on the battlefield to be recognized, and this would be their baptism of fire.

Not just the cavalry, but approximately 2,000 medical personnel would also enter Clancia, providing treatment and emergency rescue services.

It seemed that the rabbit-eared tribes had a good affinity with the Angel Sequence, with many Extraordinary Beings specializing in healing, sunlight, and protection.

These medical teams also used standardized flags under Lolan Hill’s guidance, with a black base and a simple white rabbit pattern. Most of these teams were composed of girls.

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After receiving Lolan Hill’s peculiar letter, Pullman stayed awake for a day and night in excitement.

He never imagined he could reconnect with this teacher after seven years. There was a period when he returned to that forest and searched everywhere but found no trace of the silver-haired girl. Those past experiences felt like a beautiful dream, somewhat unreal.

Only now did he realize that the teacher had been secretly watching over him all along. This meant that the spectacular and wondrous starry sky that night might have been the teacher’s work. All of this stirred his emotions deeply, leaving him overwhelmed with feelings that wouldn’t settle down.

Sitting alone in his tent, he read the letter over and over again. The elegant handwriting remained familiar, evoking nostalgia.

In his early days, he wasn’t very confident either. After all, this teacher looked only slightly older than himself. Could the knowledge imparted really change the world?

But truth is verified step by step. Through years of continuous trials, collisions, and firsthand experiences, he came to deeply understand the profound meaning in simple words.

The short lines contained so much experience summarized by predecessors, seemingly plain yet profound, making one reflect deeply and marvel at its simplicity.

Compared to the West Wind, which still relied on oaths of loyalty, clan ties, and traditional weapons like spears and swords, these concepts and ideas were truly advanced.

Centering on a unified cultural ideology, replacing narrow bloodline and racial notions, uniting more people under a single banner, taking responsibility for the welfare of the people, and guiding national strength toward prosperity. Building a political system, enhancing education, promoting social mobility, alleviating conflicts, and creating a peaceful era, moving toward the stars and seas.

The earth beneath one’s feet was merely a tiny dust particle in the vast universe, while the lofty starry sky above was the future and hope for all races. It was a realm that could break through all obstacles, offering infinite possibilities, transcending and surpassing all reality.

Pullman stepped out of the tent, gazing at the dazzling Milky Way, lost in thought.

After defeating the Lightning Knights, the rebels did not immediately attack the impregnable Imperial Capital but instead regrouped, continuously expanding their territory within the West Wind, liberating one city and province after another.

Like a snowball growing larger, their ranks swelled, controlling more lands, and initiating sweeping reforms in the regions under their control, spreading and implementing advanced knowledge and ideas.

Just as they had once, living in darkness didn’t make them sad, but once they experienced the light and lived in a warm world filled with flowers, they would forever cherish that beauty, unable to forget it.

And these regions would fundamentally break away from the West Wind, with the people on the land genuinely beginning to follow the starlight, the brave and great banner under the starry sky.

The wind swept across, the flags fluttered, and the starlight shone like the sea.

(End of Chapter)