Translator: Cinder Translations
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The Alden army was marching along a dirt road in the open fields. The weather today was clear and sunny. Although the weather in the northwest bay in March and April was slightly chilly, the soldiers were sweating profusely after a long march.
Although it was already past noon, the troops had not eaten yet because they were very close to Biddeburg. The commander, Bryce, decided to reach their destination, set up camp, and then allow the entire army to eat.
"Sergeant, when are we going to eat?"
Jos rubbed his stomach, which kept growling in protest.
"We're almost at Biddeburg! Once we get there, we can enjoy a nice lunch! Seriously, can't you handle a little hunger?"
Markalov pulled a paper-wrapped package from his marching bag and threw it to Jos. "Everyone, take a piece and share it. This will tide you over for now."
"Sergeant, what is this?"
"Biscuits from Flying Dragon Pavilion. You're lucky, you rascals."
"Flying Dragon Pavilion? The new restaurant at the edge of town?"
"I've been there. The cuisine is said to be from some place in the south, and it's delicious."
"These biscuits are southern biscuits too..."
After munching on the biscuits, they heard singing from up ahead. They didn't know who started it, but when Jos and his comrades listened closely, they recognized the song as the recently popular "Ode to Our Lord Earl Grayman" from the barracks.
"Paul Grayman~ Lord Earl, my master!"
"Mobilized soldiers from the entire territory~"
"Twelve elite battalions~ Sixty bullets per person~"
"He said, 'Tough guys, I look forward to fighting alongside you~'"
"The enemy covets our fields and mines~ and our tens of thousands in gold~"
"Don't act like cowards~ Let the enemy know we're not to be messed with~"
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Despite sounding a bit silly, the somewhat humorous lyrics paired with this tune were indeed fitting for marching.
Jos's squad joined in the chorus, their steps becoming lighter without realizing it.
"God bless us like thunder and lightning~ Who doesn't know Lord Grayman and his soldiers~"
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"Goodbye, dear Louise~ Don't cry~"
"Not every arrow will hit~ If every arrow could hit~ Who would the lord get to be soldiers~"
"We have cannons and muskets, one shot, one hole~"
"We can receive our pay on time every month~ Who else gets their pay as punctually as we do~"
"Lord Grayman~ My master~ Hero crowned with a shining laurel~ Your soldiers will always be the most loyal~"
"As long as you continue to sweep the enemy away~ We will conquer the entire world for you~"
Just as they finished singing and were about to start the second round, a startled cry came: "It looks like someone is running over here!"
Jos and the others looked up to see dust rising on the road ahead, as if a large group of people were running towards them.
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