Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 929 - 217: The King’s Vision_4

Chapter 929: Chapter 217: The King’s Vision_4

Liu Zhenhan, Helen, Gortani, and Moer were all stunned.

"Your magnanimity has touched me, I apologize for suspecting the noble with the heart of a villain," Liu Zhenhan said solemnly.

"It is because I have too many children and have neglected their upbringing, the marriage itself was... ah..." His Majesty Grecke Sal sighed deeply, "Changing the current state of affairs is not something I can whimsically decide on my own, unfortunately, I came to understand this a bit too late, and the price paid has been a bit too great."

"Your Majesty still needs to be diligent," Liu Zhenhan said, slipping back into his slick tone.

"What a mouthwatering prospect!" the King also laughed, "The strength of Feilengcui is indeed enviable. As the King of Beamon, I can’t bear to see such talented young people like you wither before you have had the chance to blossom; since the kingdom was forced back to the Donau Wasteland, if we continue to hold on to our old traditions, there will only be two possible outcomes—one is extinction by humans, and the other is fragmentation. There is no third possibility! To rejuvenate the kingdom, it is the most talented and gifted youth like you who are the greatest hope..."

"...When I first became king, I never thought of serving only for ten years." His Majesty Grecke Sal paused, his eyes suddenly burning with passion, "I am a born king! Previous kings only focused on increasing the strength of their own families, but they forgot one thing: being chosen as the King of Beamon is not about serving a family for ten years! The king should be loyal to our entire race, not just one family! As the king, the greatest responsibility is to lead all Beamons to conquer a vast territory and look down upon the entire Aegean Continent!"

"Your Majesty, your wisdom is as bright as the Sacred Fire on the altar!" Liu Zhenhan was genuinely moved. Though he was a worldly man, he could feel how vast Grecke Sal’s present ambitions were.

"The decline of a race is easy, but rising again is incredibly difficult, including my own family which might not understand me. What I can do is contribute my strength in my lifetime, I need time, but the time left for me is getting shorter," the King said with a wry smile, "The entire continent knows that our Bimon warriors are the strongest and most valiant fighters. But is that really the case? If it were so, Beamon would not have been driven from the Kalimdo Plains to the Donau Wasteland. Our vassal races are too weak, too short and frail. The truely powerful races have poor fertility and are few in number. This polarized situation doesn’t even provide enough soldiers to clear the hostile states around our borders. This year’s campaign against the Desert Kingdom was just the first burst of strength I’ve accumulated over many years. Without clearing the borders of enemies, Beamon can never develop greatly! I must secure a stable environment for the kingdom within my lifetime!"

"Being strong-bodied doesn’t offer much advantage in large-scale battles. A grouped charge has no room for maneuvering; a thrust from ten spears, and even our strongest Bimon warriors couldn’t endure a strike to the heart," Liu Zhenhan sighed, "The weakness of the Vassal Clan Beamons also means our reserve troops are at a disadvantage. Once there is attrition on the battlefield, the reserves will be a significant problem for the kingdom. Soldiers need training, not just a suit of armor and a spear. Besides, any battle also involves issues like staff officers, reconnaissance, and logistics. To speak frankly, the power of the Beamon Kingdom isn’t really that impressive, at least not when you look at the Aegean Continent as a whole."

"I’ve heard the bards sing about the battles of Feilengcui too. I find you seem to have an exceptional knack for warfare," the King suddenly perked up when the topic shifted to war and the military, "In the fight against human bandits, you led a group of militiamen and faced an enemy force many times larger without a single casualty. I’d really like to know, how did you manage it?"

"It wasn’t me who commanded," Liu Zhenhan quickly waved his hand and laughed, "I’m not that capable, I have an excellent staff officer. After every battle, she has to do hundreds of pages of reports and compilations of battle examples. She is responsible for all the coordination; in fact, saying zero casualties is an exaggeration. Helen’s Komodo War Behemoth and Moer’s Tide Lord Gerein both fell in battle, which was a painful price to pay."

"With just a few hundred militiamen against tens of thousands of human bandits, and to fight two battles at that, that’s already an impressive record. You don’t need to be modest," His Majesty the King said, "It’s rare to see amateur militiamen make such an impact. It is undoubtedly the highest expression of command artistry."

"No one is born a soldier, we all have been forged one sword and spear at a time. Luckily, from the start, two Holy Temple Knights provided the most systematic training, and I had a group of Eastern Beamon warriors with outstanding martial skills leading the troops. The best way for the warriors to learn is through fighting. Bloody battles are the only way to improve. The weapons in the hands of all the militiamen of Feilengcui have never stopped being bloodied. There really isn’t anything great about it. From the start, we fought bandits, and later on, against humans. But in truth, we never faced a regular army. Moreover, in each battle, we focused on defensive tactics, firm in not engaging in maneuver warfare, always relying on our advantageous terrain. It’d be weird if we didn’t win," Liu Zhenhan said modestly, "Humans magic advantage is completely suppressed in Feilengcui. Our troop quality is higher than theirs, our equipment is better, and with the spiritualists’ help, victory was expected."