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Chapter 942 - 942 107 The Elf Queen's Battle Spirit

942: Chapter 107: The Elf Queen’s Battle Spirit 942: Chapter 107: The Elf Queen’s Battle Spirit In Augustusburg, after a brief reorganization, Hudson continued to lead his men in expanding their victory.

Compared to the hard-fought battle, beating the drowning dog was the easiest way to achieve results.

In just two or three days, the Expeditionary Army added another fifteen thousand kills and forty thousand prisoners.

This number was still rising, and Hudson didn’t even have time to send the good news back home.

The aftermath of the disunited command within the Ancient Heritage Alliance was fully exposed at this moment.

After the army’s defeat, each species could only fight for itself without organizing any effective resistance.

Otherwise, by combining the forces of over a hundred thousand troops, even if their morale was low, they could choose a defensible position and wait for reinforcements.

No matter how powerful the combat capability of the Expeditionary Army, its total force was limited, and it was all cavalry, incapable of siege warfare.

When the enemy presented an opportunity, Hudson naturally seized it.

The benefits of taking prisoners were evident at this moment; faced with an untenable situation, many soldiers from the Allied Forces chose to surrender.

The excessive number of prisoners forced Hudson to call for a legion from home to help the Moxi People guard these POWs.

In an era of poor information flow, everyone relied on “reputation” for credibility.

Without oversight, who could know how many prisoners the Moxi People would leave if they were handed over to them?

The acts of those under one’s command carried responsibility for the Commander in Chief.

It wasn’t easy to accumulate a “reputation of trustworthiness,” and Hudson was not willing to tarnish his golden signboard of keeping his word here.

The continued combat, aside from the Expeditionary Army’s elites, was also bolstered by “Ha’s Magic Potion.”

Normally, cavalry enduring long-distance raids and continuous combat would put the greatest strain on the war horses.

But this time it was different, as the war horses imbued with Magic Potion remained spirited even after a long raid.

Only with the stamina of the war horses could the successful expansion of victory continue.

If not for the lack of manpower in the Expeditionary Army, their achievements would have been even more illustrious.

As for the garrison in Augustusburg, they naturally stayed behind to deal with the corpses.

Having endured a bitter battle, the remaining soldiers were severely traumatized in body and spirit and urgently needed to recuperate and adjust.

Five days later, standing at the former Steel defense line of the Warhammer Kingdom, Hudson uttered, in resignation, “Live and you shouldn’t tempt death.”

Once, this was the frontline where the Warhammer Kingdom held back the Orc Army invasion, preventing an advance of tens of thousands of orcs.

Now, only weeds and rubble remained.

In an era of war, meeting a king who squanders the nation’s wealth is truly capable of bringing a kingdom to its knees.

It’s mainly because of too many years spent in peaceful comfort, forgetting that the world operates on the principle of survival of the fittest.

Maintaining the royal power through playing the balance is not an issue, but the premise is that the sides can be balanced.

In a certain sense, Hudson was also a beneficiary of the failed balance policy of Joseph II.

The lessons of the past laid bare, so much so that when the continental wars broke out, the various powers within the Kingdom pushed him to the forefront to take control of the situation.

Balance?

Anyone with a bit of military knowledge could see that the chances of victory for Alpha Kingdom, concentrating all its forces, were very slim; if the forces were divided in two, they wouldn’t even be able to fight properly.

“Send the order down, cease all pursuit!”

Hudson commanded decisively.

The pursuit yesterday resulted in only two hundred enemy deaths and a little over three hundred prisoners.

From the initial five-digit tallies of the daily results to today’s three-digit tallies, the fruits of victory were becoming more modest by the day.

It wasn’t that the soldiers weren’t trying their best, but rather that after a few days of fleeing, the deserters had already scattered to who knows where.

The prime time to expand the victory had passed, and continuing the pursuit would yield little.

Worse, it could lead to the forces being ambushed because of their dispersal.

Instead of dealing with each species separately, Hudson would rather wait for the Different Races to gather together again before dispatching troops to attack.

“1+1” might be more than 2, but “1+1+1” could be less than 3.

The more species gathered together, the greater the number of internal issues.

In-fighting is always the prime enemy of an “Alliance,” and Hudson believed in the destructive power brought by incompetent allies.

This great war had already planted the seeds of discord.

All suffered from the ambush, but while some species were annihilated, others were severely weakened, and yet others escaped unscathed.

Those species that escaped unscathed were the first to flee; those that were annihilated had simply reacted too slowly, inadvertently providing cover for their allies.

“It is not inequality of wealth men fear, but inequality of treatment.” Seeing their own forces decimated while their allies remained unharmed would cause resentment in anyone’s heart!

Just as Hudson predicted, thousands of miles away, the Ancient Heritage Alliance was already in complete disarray.

From the moment the news was received, there had been non-stop arguments.

Defeat necessitated someone take responsibility, especially with the Elf Mage Group left uncertain on the battlefield, demanding an explanation for the Elf Race.

“Enough!

The situation is clear; what’s there to argue about?

There must be deserters, causing the great defeat at the front lines.

If everyone had fought to the last like my Giant Tribe, the outcome would surely be different!

To prevent such incidents in the future, we have to capture those who fled first and enforce military law as a deterrent to the whole army!”

The Giant King was the first to protest.

As a large-bodied species, their stature served as a beacon on the battlefield.

Other species might flee stealthily, but they could not!