Oh no! After I Reincarnated, My Moms Became Son-cons!

I didn’t stop again. I set out once all of our resources arrived, and we were done with deployments.

Another full-moon night was coming in three days. I looked up at the sky overhead and felt a little melancholic. We had arrived at the border of the elven lands and the Grand Canyon. The Grand Canyon was just below our feet. The snowy North would soon be in sight, as well as the anthropoids, who’d occasionally look at us.

We still needed to wait. We needed to find a suitable location to cross over. Additionally, we needed to create a bridge to cross over. We didn’t consist of just soldiers. We had got cannons and military machines, too. We ran the risk of getting totally wiped out if we insisted on crossing over before confirming the situation.

As for the anthropoids that didn’t know what to do, I used them as long-distance shooting practice targets when I was bored. When we were bored, Philes and I would make bets, and then shoot the anthropoids on the other side.

Ling Yue remained at my side all the time. She watched us treat the anthropoids on the other side as wine or old coins. We treated their lives as cheap bets, something for us to pass time. She remained at our side at the watchtower as she watched us take out her own folk with one shot, one after another.

She kept silent. I occasionally noticed her gaze, but I couldn’t derive anything from them.

*Bang!!*

Smoke whirled around. I placed my gun down and watched the brown silhouette on the other side collapse after the sound of the gunshot. A patch of blood appeared on the snow. From my side, Philes clapped and looked at me. He chuckled hopelessly and tossed me a few gold coins. He said, “Your marksmanship sure is incredible, Your Majesty. You killed it in one shot from such a long distance. That is remarkable; I think that skirmishers will be most happy if you succeed the throne.”

I chuckled as I shook my head. Skirmishers are akin to marksman with god-tier marksmanship skills. They don’t fight in formations. Instead, they spread out and hunt their targets similarly to a hunter, which was basically what I was doing, really. However, I didn’t particularly like them, because I hadn’t become acquainted with the army yet. The types of soldiers I liked best won’t necessarily be the ones I hold in the highest regard.