Chapter 481 He Longs for an Rival
"Are we really going to evacuate, Lord Viscount?"
"I've told you twice, Hunter. If you ask me again, I don't care who your father is, get out of my coalition!"
"But we are clearly in an advantageous position, why should we..."
Viscount Frey was full of impatience. While directing the servants to load his favorite armchair onto the carriage, he patiently explained to the young man in front of him: "Because no one cares about the life and death of the resistance army - no, actually I do care, they can't be finished yet!"
"Uh, why?"
"Did your father only teach you to read those stupid books? Tell me who you are and why you are standing here!"
Hunter subconsciously straightened his body and said, "Your Excellency, I am Hunter Godfrey Watts, a scholar from the Grand Duchy of Alvarez. I am here to assist you in the extermination in accordance with the will of the Grand Duke."
"Stop, stop here." Viscount Frey interrupted Hunter. "The Grand Duke asked you to assist me, not to cause trouble for me!"
"But."
"The Grand Duke doesn't care about the resistance army. This is Bazel's territory. The Grand Duke hopes that there will be as many resistance troops as possible. Let me ask you, how many times have I commanded sieges since I came here?"
"Not once. You always seem to be busy with something else."
"Yes, after I came here, I occupied the five castles of Earl Bazel without any soldiers. It was all thanks to these resistance forces that we have the reputation to continue staying here. Now, the nearby land has been divided up, and we need to move to another place."
Hunter opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief, and he seemed to understand something.
"I attended the Royal Army Academy for three years. I was one of the last graduates and even ranked second in the graduation examination. If I wanted to, how long do you think it would take me to capture Sleddingburg?"
"Uh, a week?"
"It will take at most an hour and a half to break through the other side's defense line." Viscount Frey curled his lips. "Since the first day of the attack, our soldiers have been holding spears and bows and arrows. There has never been any firearms on the battlefield. And I have always been commanding the musketeers under the Grand Duke."
".No wonder you only allowed me to build catapults and forbade other siege weapons."
Viscount Frey raised his eyebrows. This dull-witted scholar wasn't that stupid.
"We have as many soldiers as we need to fill in the gaps. As for the elite troops?" Viscount Frey sneered. "Are they worthy of them?"
"Those beggars from White Crow can't even defeat the peasants I recruited. Are they worthy of me to mobilize elite troops?"
"Hunter, never spend time trying to figure out what the weak are thinking. That will only make you as weak as them. Challenge the stronger ones."
"We need to find stronger enemies and fight them squarely. Don't bother with the resistance anymore. They are not worth wasting our time on."
Hunter scratched his head in confusion and nodded hesitantly.
“So what we’re going to do next”
"Bazel has gathered a group of troops from the south, including the most elite Frost Guards and Winter Wolves. Several archdukes have suffered great losses at their hands in the past, and now we want to get them back!"
"We will find them, defeat them, take over their cities and wealth, and hang the coat of arms of the Grand Duke on their castles."
Viscount Frey stood with his hands behind his back and his head held high. "This is the enemy we should deal with. An enemy that is strong enough and worthy of our attack."
"Do you understand now? Don't stay here. Take your book and come with me to the battlefield. Your knowledge of siege machinery will come in handy soon."
"oh."
Watching Hunter leave, Viscount Frey nodded with satisfaction.
The coalition forces took some time to march out. Although Viscount Frey was the nominal commander, he could not directly mobilize the armies of the other two grand dukes.
Although he cannot mobilize these people, his interests can make them obey.
The three grand dukes have all set their eyes on Basel, a piece of fat meat. After half a year of secret attack, now is the time to give him the final blow.
The chaos that has lasted for more than half a year in the North is about to come to an end. From now on, Basel's name will be removed from the North's poker table forever.
After half a day of haggling, arguing, and secretly sabotaging each other, the coalition forces finally set out.
Viscount Frey sat in the exquisite carriage, feeling very proud and high-spirited.
He has always longed for a strong enough enemy and longed to prove himself.
It had been more than a year since he graduated from the Royal Army School, but all he had taken over were terrible battles, and the enemies were not even his opponents.
After all, the North was still a little behind and could not bring out its full potential.
He was also one of the strongest in the academy back then, except for the chief Viscount Frey who frowned. He was just a young man with no background, but he always managed to beat him. If there was a chance, he would definitely compete with him again.
But there might not be such an opportunity. I heard that he was sent to the border earl. How many border earls could survive? Viscount Frey sighed. After all, he was an opponent he recognized. There were not many people in this world that he recognized.
The coalition forces marched all the way to the south, and Viscount Frey sent out some scouts far away - of course, towards the south. As for the resistance forces behind them?
Viscount Frey never paid any attention to them.
As the army marched, news from the scouts continued to arrive.
"Can't collect food? How is that possible? They are all farmers. How can farmers be without food? Send some soldiers to find out the food they have hidden!"
"People from the Vatican? Don't worry about them. I don't know what the extraordinary people in the church are doing. They won't attack our army. Also, restrain the soldiers and don't cause trouble."
"Is there a steel monster running on the road ahead? And spewing smoke? Don't worry, just let the army move forward. Times have changed. Even if it is a supernatural monster, it can't withstand the musket."
Viscount Frey flipped through the intelligence sent by the scouts with a look of impatience.
"Why are these all insignificant matters? How should I report this to the Grand Duke? Should I just get through it smoothly? This is not good, this is not good."
After pondering for a while, Viscount Frey's eyes suddenly lit up. He picked up a report and threw it to the clerk beside him:
"Let's say we encountered a steel monster from the south, and it landed in the north! You polish it, make it more terrifying, and add some details. What details do you mean? Do I need to teach you? Make it more evil and terrifying, and then focus on describing how the brave Viscount Frey decided to go and fight. You have to highlight my fearlessness and mercy!"
"Well, of course don't be too straightforward. Add some side descriptions and use your writing skills. This will be published in the newspapers and the Grand Duke will see it!"
"Okay, if you have any more information, send it over. I hope it won't be boring."
"What? Grand Duke Longya's youngest son has a stomachache? Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing earlier? Quick, ask the butler to send some medicine over, or I'll go there myself."
(End of this chapter)
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