Flags burn, people mourn, blood flows, death spreads. Familiar scenes replay in a strange world. To stop it all, to raise the flag of belief in their hearts, Sean embarks on a different path with memories not belonging to this world. Everything is done to let the wings in their heart soar once again in this world.
Sean couldn't figure out what the White Wing mercenary group planned to do, and what did they need from his side?
But he couldn't figure it out for the time being, so Sean ignored it, and he and Alfred focused their attention on the northern barbarians for the time being. The formation of the two troops has been completed for the time being, with two thousand shield-bearing spearmen and two thousand archers. Among the remaining three thousand people, there are more than a thousand old people and nearly two thousand children. Children are easier to say. Unless they are very young, they can basically fight with weapons. As for the elderly, although they can also fight, Sean has never considered letting them fight.