Yun Zhe was indeed in a bad mood. Thinking about the endless battles that might come, and the various sacrifices and casualties that might occur, Yun Zhe's mood plummeted.
After this sacrifice and loss, Yun Zhe finally made up his mind: he would train his soldiers seriously, so that at least fewer people around him would die in the days to come.
Yun Zhe comes from a country with a long history and a wealth of experience in warfare. He was born in a time of war, and to ensure their safety, Avery University conducted military training upon enrollment that was almost identical to that of a regular army. Yun Zhe's task now was to bring his advanced experience to this relatively primitive medieval era.
As Yun Zhe rode his horse, he pondered where to begin the training. Looking at the bloated and varied formation of soldiers moving forward, he finally had his first direction for training: marching and discipline.
This time, however, Yun Zhe was no longer approaching the matter with a laissez-faire attitude. Instead, he was determined to take it seriously and enforce strict discipline, at least to achieve the same level of military bearing and condition as during his military training.
"Disciplined, thoughtful, capable, and confident," Yun Zhe muttered, repeating the slogan he had shouted during his military training years ago, while planning to train his own army to the same standard.
"Brazer, come here for a second, I want to ask you something," Yun Zhe beckoned to Blazer.
Blaze quickly came to Yun Zhe's side, "Sir, is there anything you need to do?"
"Brazer, you know about cavalry. I'd like to ask, how do cavalry usually march, and how many ranks are appropriate?"
Blazer was surprised that Yun Zhe would ask about professional knowledge. After a moment's thought, he told him what he knew.
After listening, Yun Zhe pointed to the army and said, "Then go and tell them to march in groups of three, to regroup, and if they get out of formation, to stop and reorganize before setting off again."
Blazer swallowed hard. "Yes, sir!"
Cyrus and Morrison also came to Yun Zhe's side. "Sir, I think it would be more appropriate for me to speak up." Although Cyrus really wanted to see Blaze suffer a setback, he still expressed his opinion.
Yun Zhe sighed softly, "It's also necessary for him to get to know them. If he doesn't know the soldiers' temperaments and personalities, and doesn't understand their thoughts and needs, he'll just stand on high ground and think about tactics and set rules on his own. That's wrong, and even dangerous."
Yun Zhe paused, looked at the two of them who suddenly understood, and continued, "After we go back, you will come with me, eat, drink, sleep, and train with the soldiers. Do you understand?"
The two nodded quickly, having no doubt about Yun Zhe's idea.
"Also, the battles ahead will be tougher, the situation more chaotic, and my training of you will be stricter, and my temper will be worse. I'm letting you know in advance, so please bear with me." After Yun Zhe finished speaking, he saw the dejected Blaze go to another group of cavalry and begin to earnestly persuade them.
The two nodded vigorously. Morrison understood Yun Zhe's good intentions. Yun Zhe was doing this so that they could survive in future battles. This at least showed that Yun Zhe was starting to care about them.
Cyrus, on the other hand, was overjoyed. He suddenly realized that the powerful army of the Aruru people he had been waiting for was beckoning him and was getting closer and closer.
Yun Zhe didn't continue speaking; he still had one problem to solve, namely Akdina.
While Yun Zhe was pondering how to settle Akdina, in the Ural Fortress, Yom was gathered with all the Belvado generals to celebrate this rare and great victory. Fine wine and delicacies filled the long table, and over a hundred carts of gold and silver dazzled the defending soldiers. According to the scribe's preliminary calculations, this plunder was worth at least two hundred thousand gold coins, if not more. After all, the value of some works of art is quite flexible; if handled properly, it could potentially double.
“Two hundred thousand gold coins, that’s equivalent to our entire country’s taxes for a year, isn’t it?” Upon hearing this figure, Jom swirled the red wine in his hand and said to Manstein with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Manstein raised his glass in a toast and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Many taxes are in kind and in people, but these are real gold coins, which are much more substantial than taxes. Congratulations, Your Highness, on this great victory. You have truly achieved remarkable success. I'm sure your brother in the palace will be very happy to hear this news."
The generals also raised their glasses to congratulate Yom and Kruger on their great victory.
With his arm in a sling, Kruger could only offer juice instead of wine, raising his glass to everyone in a gesture of farewell and displeasure.
Unlike the other generals, who were immersed in a joyful atmosphere, Jom keenly noticed the latter part of Manstein's sentence. He smiled, clinked glasses with Manstein, and then lowered his voice to ask, "Has something happened at the palace?"
Manstein's eyes lit up as he stared at the young man before him, curious about how he was pretending to be ignorant when he knew the truth. Was he waiting for him to expose him, revealing that he was actually the center of the upheaval and the source of the storm?
Meanwhile, other promising heirs were already joining forces to besiege Heidelberg, Jörm's brother. Because of Jörm's summoning of the ravens, Heidelberg's standing with the Emperor had plummeted, and the entire situation had completely deviated from Heidelberg's expectations, spiraling out of his control. Currently, all Heidelberg could do was use his own negligence as an excuse to appease public opinion and wait for his brother's return to give everyone and himself an explanation.
Manstein ultimately said nothing, only smiled mysteriously. He wasn't sure if his younger brother had unintentionally tripped him up, or if it was a carefully orchestrated scheme to draw everyone out and wipe them all out at once. It turned out that Heidelberg had always been at the forefront, drawing all the attention and fire, and no one had ever noticed his handsome yet reserved younger brother. This time, however, he had unusually allowed his brother to accompany him on the expedition, even using magic, and had achieved a great victory.
Manstein shook his head, looking at Jom beside him who was engaged in lively conversation with the generals. He suddenly felt a chill. Although there were many things he didn't understand, one thing was certain: stay away from them, the farther the better.
"I'm getting old, it's time to retire," Manstein thought to himself as he finished his glass of red wine.
It's a bit bitter, and doesn't taste as good as before.
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