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Chapter 905 - 905 94 Night Rain Attack_2

905: Chapter 94, Night Rain Attack_2 905: Chapter 94, Night Rain Attack_2 Guided by the lead, the fleet moved slowly forward, conserving enough energy to face any incoming enemy.

Clearly, this was a sign of mistrust toward the Alpha Kingdom, keeping vigilant at all times.

The scorn spoken aloud was just for the soldiers to hear; the senior commanders weren’t foolish enough to actually disregard the Alpha Kingdom completely.

…

Within the Capital, Marshal Hudson, who was diligently in charge of military affairs, found himself needing to request leave from King Caesar IV once again.

Such requests for leave occurred several times every month.

It wasn’t that Hudson was slacking off, but it was just that the current working system in the Alpha Kingdom was too inhumane.

The ten-day work cycle was particularly hard for someone like Master Hudson, whose home was far away.

As a good family man, once the military training regimen was put in place, Hudson strictly followed a five-days-on, five-days-off schedule.

Occasionally getting delayed was inevitable.

After all, he had affairs of the Kingdom to manage as well as his own estate.

This was one of the advantages of being a Dragon Knight.

Had any other noble traveled between two places so frequently, they would have exhausted a magical beast.

“Marshal, we have just received news that the Church Fleet has entered the Kingdom’s maritime territory.”

Upon hearing the guard’s words, Hudson knew it was time for him to set out again.

How could he, as the Commander in Chief, be absent when the Kingdom planned to play dirty with the Church Fleet?

It wasn’t self-praise from Hudson; without him leading the charge, even if the Church Fleet suffered heavy losses, the Major Nobles of the coastal provinces might not dare to kick them while they were down.

It was a matter of the rulers’ ages.

It seemed that all the Governors of the provinces were strong and vigorous, but in reality, many were already holding their great-grandchildren.

Someone like Earl Piers, who was past fifty, was considered to be in his prime among the ruling class of the Major Noble Clans.

What did it matter if the average lifespan was short to those in power?

The Noble Children only needed passable talent and to avoid mishaps along the way, living to a hundred and eighty was a breeze.

A normal transfer of power was often not until the heir’s personality had been seasoned into a political old hand, typically in their forties or fifties.

That age was the prime for holding onto power, with all abilities and reputations forged.

They were neither too old to be enfeebled nor too young and hot-blooded to act rashly.

“Send this document to the Royal Palace.”

Hudson spoke indifferently.

With the training on track, there wasn’t much left for him, a Marshal, to do.

Aside from the rare inspections of training, most of his time was spent killing time.

For the officers below him, the current training was not only about drills; it also concerned their prospects, wealth, and even their lives.

In the beginning, Hudson supervised earnestly, but later, realizing that everyone trained hard with or without him, he simply stopped bothering.

With fewer military duties, requesting leave from the King was merely a formality, a proof of his respect for the King.

As for whether King Caesar IV would approve it, Hudson would have already left the Capital before his leave request reached the Royal Palace; catching up with him would be futile.

…

“So this is the Sea of Mist, just like the legends say.

If there weren’t an expert accompanying us, ordinary ships once deep into it would find it very difficult to navigate their way out!

The Misty Marine Region is vast; whether searching for Ghost Ships or seeking Poison Dragon Island, it’s not a task that can be completed in a day or two.”

Enshrouded by fog within it, many of the ship’s weapons and equipment become useless, and the common soldiers following us into it would hardly be of any help.

This battle won’t be easy!”

Hamodi furrowed his brow and said.

The Magic Crystal Cannons were ineffective, and for ordinary soldiers to fight Ghosts was simply tantamount to throwing their lives away.

If chasing Ghost Ships were to cause heavy losses to the fleet, they would have trouble explaining themselves upon returning.

“If this battle were easy, it wouldn’t be our turn.

There are plenty coveting the core of the Ghost Ships; the Alpha People had gathered a good fleet by the coast but in the end chose to abandon their initiative, indicating the dangers within.

We cannot utilize the ship’s armaments.

In a certain sense, once inside the Sea of Mist, military ships and ordinary merchant vessels aren’t much different.”

We can only leave the fleet outside and dispatch experts to search for the Ghost Ships’ traces.

Only after dealing with these pests can we confidently start searching for Poison Dragon Island.”

Moses spoke slowly.

Leaving the fleet outside harbored risks as well.

If the Alpha People decided to stab them in the back, splitting forces would give the enemy the perfect opportunity to strike.

Although the combined might of the three fleets was stronger than the entire naval force of the Alpha Kingdom, what determined the outcome of a war was not just the fleet.

Gathering a few more Eighth-order masters or summoning the Aerial Forces could all help in a major battle.”

“Send a few ships there to light the Spirit Guiding Lamps and probe around.

Try to lure out the Ghost Ships.

If we manage to draw those pests out, the following fight will be much easier.”

The Second Fleet Commander suggested from the side.

“Good!”

…

A few inexpensive supply ships were “honored” to take on the role of cannon fodder, meandering slowly along the edges of the mist.

This scene was caught perfectly by Hudson as he flew overhead.

Such crude acting, and they hoped to draw out his Ghost Ships?

They didn’t fear that they’d waste both time and troops.

Just as he let a sneer emerge, reality proved him wrong—Hudson could clearly sense Ghost Ships drawing near.

“Spirit Guiding Lamps!”

Recognizing the source of the mysterious black smoke, Hudson’s face turned pale.

This thing was no trivial matter.