"Of course. Please sit down," Hoffman replied without hesitation. "We are planning to attack the Hillside City and take it back first."

"Really? That's great. Then I will be able to go home," Leena cheered.

Hoffman's eyes flushed with tenderness. "But the soldiers of the Moon Country are crafty and like to launch sneak attacks. Although we may be able to avoid this problem by marching in the battle array, the food and gear give us a headache. They are more likely to be attacked by the enemy during transportation. Once there is a problem with the food supplies, it will be very difficult for us to continue with our next move."

Hearing this, Leena asked eagerly, "Why don't you let the soldiers carry the food?"

"Carry the food? How?" Everyone looked at Leena enthusiastically.

"My father often led a patrol group for half a month. Although t

ere many soldiers in the city, I wouldn't have escaped."

"Did they find this road when you escaped?"

Leena replied firmly, "No, they didn't. I was chased by the soldiers who were stationed outside the Grand Pass. I thought I was going to die, but I was fortunate enough to meet you."

Hoffman put his arms around Leena's waist and said, "Don't worry. I am here to protect you and nobody will bully you anymore."

"I believe you, Your Highness." Leena bowed her head shyly, like a willow, soft and charming. "With you around, I'm not afraid of anything."

"Jordan, send somebody to alert the forces. We'll set out at five a.m. tomorrow. I'll be leading the troops and our mission is to capture the Hillside City." Hoffman was eager to fight. His recent battles ended in frustration and rage and he was in need of an urgent win to hold his head high.