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Chapter 524 - 524 96 Hundred Years Peace Plan_1

524: Chapter 96, Hundred Years Peace Plan_1 524: Chapter 96, Hundred Years Peace Plan_1 Perhaps the pleasant conversation at the banquet had an effect, or perhaps it was to avoid the refugee disaster, but the army was well-supplied.

Leading an expeditionary army of over seventy-six thousand soldiers, with a full complement of ninety thousand supplies, Hudson naturally did not say much.

With abundant supplies, the work energetically proceeded without delay, and the expeditionary army hastily headed to the front lines.

Refugees are also a kind of resource, but this only holds true if the refugees do not undergo any significant changes.

Once they cross a certain line, they transform from good labor force to a social malignancy.

The development of the mountain domain requires a large number of laborers.

Whether this gap can be filled depends on this wave of efforts.

Most of the refugees chased by the Orcs were from foreign countries.

Even if Hudson accepted them all, their original owners would not have the audacity to demand their return.

…

“Hudson, are you willing to let me lead the troops?”

Nelson asked in surprise.

As the eldest brother following the third brother, it was embarrassing enough.

What saddened him more was that he was given no opportunity to battle while going with the expeditionary army.

He was always doing odd jobs in the army.

Complaining was useless.

Lacking sufficient leadership experience, Hudson wouldn’t give him a chance on the battlefield.

He wasn’t purposefully suppressing his elder brother, but war is full of surprises.

In case Nelson lost his life on the battlefield, it would be challenging to explain it to Baron Redman.

Without the opportunity to go to the battlefield, there would naturally be no merit to talk about.

He was only doing miscellaneous work in the army and earning a bit through hard work.

Nelson, the elder brother, was even worse off than the second, Evola.

There was no way around it.

The eldest and second sons always had different levels of importance.

As the heir of the family, Nelson was specially trained by Baron Redman from an early age and received the maximum amount of resources.

The second son, Evola, did not get this kind of treatment.

He was somewhat overlooked by their father, who had many sons.

The efforts and affection bestowed upon them differed.

Of course, the most crucial point was that Nelson had a ready title to inherit.

He didn’t need to risk everything; whereas Evola had nothing, he had to struggle for everything and take risks on the battlefield.

The idea of lying flat at home and waiting for the existing title to fall into his lap is just talk.

The Koslow clan had many relatives, and therefore, many potential inheritors.

Evola, who was neither best nor worst among the siblings, had zero chances of inheriting anything as the first successor.

If Hudson had not risen to power, to preserve the strength and inheritance of the family, Evola could have been arranged to rest at home.

But as Hudson’s status rose, Baron Redman couldn’t tolerate Evola lying around anymore, and he was thrown into the army.

That’s the advantage of having many sons.

If an accident occurs, there is always a backup.

In addition to the three older ones, there were three younger ones.

Even if one were to waste away, there would still be two young ones.

With so many sons, Baron Redman could afford to take gambling risks.

“Nelson, stay calm!

Impatience is the last thing a commander should have, and you must always maintain your rationality.”

Hudson said expressionlessly.

Having suppressed himself for so long and suddenly getting an opportunity could naturally excite the body.

He could understand, but understanding did not mean tolerance.

Impatience was the last thing one should have on a battlefield.

The scene was smaller compared to the previous wars, but it didn’t mean there would be no accidents.

The expeditionary army couldn’t capsize as a whole, but it didn’t mean there wouldn’t be any losses in the local battlefield.

In an unfortunate collision with the Bimon cavalry, slight carelessness could lead to significant losses.

After calming down, a hint of red appeared on Nelson’s face.

Being scolded by his younger brother was a slight shame for him as an older brother.

However, thinking about the gap between them, he felt helpless.

This was no longer a gap that could be bridged by hard work.

…

The news of the arrival of the expeditionary army quickly reached Prince Butzweig.

He glanced back at the tent behind him and knew it was time to leave.

Revenge required relatively equal strengths.

If his Bimon Army Corps hadn’t suffered a heavy blow, he might still be struggling.

Regrettably, at this point in the war, the surviving Bimon cavalry didn’t even number four thousand.

He dared not even clash with the expeditionary army, let alone take revenge.

He already had fewer soldiers, and if he lost more, it would be the end for him on his way back.

The havoc wreaked along the way depended not only on the strength of the Bimon cavalry but also on the surprise attacks since countries along the way didn’t react in time.

Having suffered such a considerable loss, they would doubtless strike back.

He could imagine that the road back would not be smooth sailing.

The Bimon tribe had paid too high a price in the war and had already suffered a severe blow to their vitality.

They had to preserve their strength to deal with the coming changes.

“Send the order to the Ten Great Leaders of the Human Race, have them attack in ten different directions, and choose their targets freely.

Tell them not to stay along the way and that the opportunity to overthrow the evil rule of the nobility is at hand.

They shouldn’t give up at this critical moment.

Also, summon the regiment commanders of the cavalry corps for a meeting to discuss the return route.”

Prince Butzweig said coldly.

He had used all his political wisdom in his lifetime to stir up the tide of refugees.

Forcing coercion was inefficient.

Even if they agreed under the threat of a knife, they would sabotage, looking for ways to escape.

After several attempts, Prince Butzweig finally chose to collaborate with the cult organization members, encouraging these organizations to form an army to overthrow the rule of the nobles.

As for the sacrificial rituals of the evil god that occurred during this period, he turned a blind eye to them, as it was the human race that was dying, and this was none of Bimon’s business.

By misleading through their religion, a massive refugee assembly was barely gathered.

They claim to have a million-strong army, but the real situation was unknown to everyone.

Time, in the end, was too short.

Being able to gather an assembly was good enough; there was no time to improve the internal structure of the refugee army, let alone count the number of people.

Every day countless new people joined, and a similar number of people quietly left.

Those dying of disease or hunger along the way were not few in number; for this ragtag group, there was no way to ensure proper logistical support.

If they couldn’t face the expeditionary army head-on, they might as well disperse the army, causing as much trouble as possible for the Kingdom of Alpha.

Now, each inch of land devastated, each defensive fortification burned, and each person killed, only served to weaken the war potential of the enemy.

…

Billowing smoke rose high into the sky; another great orc tribe was destroyed under the blade of the knights.

Loud crying echoing the heavens and earth couldn’t stop the march of the old knight.

Any hesitation would be a mark of disrespect towards the race war.

There was no right or wrong here, only the fight over racial survival space.

Either one kills the enemy or one gets killed by the enemy, this is the unchanging essence of the Continent of Aslante.

“Morrison, aren’t you very familiar with the Orc Empire?

We have already destroyed seventeen tribes, why haven’t we found the location of the Bimon Royal Court yet?”

Faced with his companion’s question, Morrison gave an awkward smile.

Being able to precisely locate so many large tribes proved that he truly understood the Orc Empire.

The fact that they could not find the Bimon Royal Court made people suspect that he was trying to kill with a borrowed knife.

The ones being killed were all orcs, and no one would think it excessive due to the hatred between the human race and the orcs.

But the problem was they were all getting on in years, long past the age of rashness; they came here for the longevity method.

“Camilla, you can’t blame me for this.

The customs of the orcs are not like ours, they love to move their imperial court around.

The previous location doesn’t necessarily mean it’s the current location.

Especially after the outbreak of war, tribes who are not from the imperial court also like to hang the imperial court flag.

I can only choose the most likely locations where the imperial court might appear.

Anyway, the Bimon Royal Court is definitely active in this area; as long as we march and kill on the way, we will definitely find them,”

Morrison said calmly.

All of what he said was true.

The orc’s imperial courts do indeed love to move around, although the Bimon Royal Court was an exception.

Ever since they settled down dozens of years ago, they have stayed in the same place.

However, to confuse the enemy, the Bimon Emperor often took a false imperial court on the move.

The information investigated by various forces was almost entirely about the false imperial court.

The real imperial court location had long been tightly sealed.

Of course, this real and false imperial court was also relative.

Even when keeping up appearances, the Bimon Emperor took his leadership team with him.

The so-called real imperial court was just a place where they must return every few years to stay for a while, making it look like a common imperial court residence.

Even if a spy were to get in, it would be hard for them to discern the difference.

If it weren’t for the Kingdom of Alpha always watching the Bimon Royal Court’s every move and carefully comparing the Bimon Emperor’s travel trajectory, they might not have discovered it at all.

“You have to hurry up; our bodies can’t hold on much longer.

Even if we successfully obtain the method, the application conditions are likely to be harsh, and we will still need a lot of preparation time.

If you want our help taking your revenge, you should find the method first.

Don’t worry, this time the alliance is serious and will by no means let the orcs off lightly.”

After hearing Camilla’s words, Morrison rolled his eyes secretly.

When had the Human Alliance not been serious when launching a war?

But as the overlord of the continent, they had their own concerns.

The inability to unite internally was a core issue, and they also had to take into account the reactions of external races.

When facing any race on the continent alone, humans had superior advantage.

But once they faced all the different races, they would find themselves struggling.

The division of the human race inevitably resulted in low efficiency in joint operations.

At the same time, there were occasions to take more and give less when multiple battle lines were pulled.

Add to that the hefty price to pay for expedition to the Orc Empire, it would take a decade or two before they could truly annihilate the Orc Empire, leaving many unable to make up their minds.

Live and learn.

In order to alleviate future pressure, every time the human race launched a counterattack, the Kingdom of Alpha made every effort to use the power of the alliance to weaken the Orc Empire.

The specific operation was very simple, it was only one word—kill!

Mainly targeting the members of the Five Royal clans, for every person killed, the time for the Orc Empire to recover would be delayed.

This time, the situation was slightly different as the war had not experienced the most brutal phase of “filling” with people’s lives, and had prematurely entered the era of the grand counterattack, giving the Kingdom of Alpha further ideas.

They were preparing to take advantage of the opportunity of the Orc Empire falling into weakness, reducing the population of the Five Royal clans as much as possible, to achieve an era of peace lasting a hundred years.

“Rest assured, there aren’t that many tribes in the nearby area that might be the Bimon Royal Court.

If we go door to door, we will definitely find them.

As long as the Bimon Emperor returns to the Imperial Court, they will absolutely not escape our pursuit!”