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Chapter 963 - 963 114 Boiled Eagle Tactic_3

963: Chapter 114, Boiled Eagle Tactic_3 963: Chapter 114, Boiled Eagle Tactic_3 Not just the giants couldn’t stand the hunger, the Allied Forces soldiers who’d been frantically fleeing with their bellies rumbling were all exhausted in both body and mind.

By comparison, the pursuing Magical Beast Legion was in much better shape.

While they appeared to be in continuous pursuit, in reality they were divided into two groups, taking turns to tail the enemy.

If it wasn’t for luring the enemy, they would’ve caught up long ago and scattered the gathered routed troops once more.

The reason for the cat-and-mouse chase was that Hudson had specifically ordered his troops to slow down, intentionally dragging out the pursuit.

Half of the forces were tracking the enemy while the other half rested along the way.

After all, even if they fell behind, with the speed of the Magical Beast Knights, catching up was easy.

The routed troops in front were okay; as long as they didn’t encounter the Expeditionary Army’s aerial cavalry, they were essentially safe; but the routed troops hanging at the back were in for tragedy, a moment’s carelessness could mean death.

Had the Expeditionary Army not been constantly applying pressure, there’s no way the defeated Allied Forces soldiers could’ve covered such ground on muddy roads.

If they always moved like this, they would’ve regrouped with the main force long ago.

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In the clouds, a man and an Earth Bear were acting as the peanut gallery atop a dragon, gazing down at the enemy troops below.

Next to them were peanuts, sunflower seeds, a kettle, and a milk bottle, and occasionally shells would drift down with the wind.

Maxim had often protested Hudson and Belsden hogging the snacks, but as a mount, he really wasn’t in the position to join such activities.

To soothe Maxim’s wounded heart, each time Hudson brought snacks up, he compensated him with an equal weight in gold coins.

Now, it seemed like they were cracking seeds, but in reality, they were crunching on gold.

After expertly shelling the peanuts and tossing them into his mouth, followed by taking a small sip from the milk bottle, Belsden shook his head and pointed downwards, asking,

“Hudson, this is your ‘wear them down’ strategy, huh?

Doesn’t seem too effective to me?”

For an Earth Bear to learn military tactics was simply wishful thinking.

The interest primarily stemmed from boredom.

After all, watching the same war scenes can get tiresome.

Without the ability to fast-forward, the pace of the battle seemed excessively slow and the storyline not at all tight.

“Hmph!”

With a cold snort and a disdainful shake of his head, Hudson immediately retorted, “What do you know, it’s just the beginning.

These routed soldiers are barely holding on by their last breath.

As soon as they realize there’s no way forward, they’ll mentally collapse.

Belsden, if you don’t believe it, let’s make a bet.

I bet more than half of these routed soldiers will surrender, and the stake is your territory’s income for a month.”

“No problem, I bet more than fifty percent of these routed troops below will surrender!”

Upon hearing Belsden’s shameless response, Hudson nearly choked.

Maxim’s reaction was more exaggerated, bursting into laughter with a snort, which caused the dragon’s back to shake and seeds and peanuts to scatter everywhere.

There are myriad ways to gamble, and Hudson had seen many, but betting the same thing as his opponent was a first for him.

“Belsden, your skin is really thick!”

Hearing Maxim’s words, the young bear nodded and responded, “Thanks for the compliment; we Earth Bears are inherently thick-skinned and tough.

Anyway, this show isn’t too interesting.

Why don’t we take the opportunity to stretch our legs?

If we find the enemy’s looted treasures, we might even make a fortune.”

At the mention of making money, the previously listless Maxim perked up immediately.

“Hudson, I also think the Earth Bear’s proposal isn’t bad.

The Ancient Remnant Allied Army has taken such a big territory; they must have seized quite a lot of good stuff.

Since they’re all enemies anyway, we needn’t be polite with them.

Locate their treasure stash, and we’ll wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Let’s agree beforehand, we’ll distribute the spoils according to the effort put in.

I am about to fight again, as well as take responsibility for transporting the treasure back, so I should get at least half.”

At first, Hudson was moved by the content, his mount had matured, understanding the value of being in charge of the household.

But the latter part of the speech infuriated him half to death.

If Maxim wanted half, then wouldn’t Belsden also want to take half?

That would leave him, the master, with nothing at all.

“The proposal isn’t bad, but we each get a third of the spoils.

We all have to fight, and Belsden can help transport the treasure as well.

Don’t be so quick to refuse, searching the vast Warhammer Kingdom.

When would you, Maxim, find it?

And even if you found it, could you just take it?

Should it prove too tricky and necessitate the troops’ involvement, the distribution ratio would need to change further.”

Hudson said, his expression unchanged.

Deep down, he was thinking about the spatial rings again.

Sadly, the craft of making them had long been lost, and the remaining spatial rings were securely hidden by their owners.

Even with a high status, Hudson had no chance of acquiring one.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t get it, but the spatial rings available were too small in storage space and the price to pay too high.

A mere one or two cubic meters of space wasn’t even as good as his dragon and bear.

Though these two creatures had a rather special way of storage, which involved sending items down their throats, Hudson was certain it wasn’t really ending up in their stomachs but instead forming an independent storage space within their bodies.

If it were truly placed into their stomachs, that would choke a dragon.

How the Earth Bear’s storage space came to be wasn’t quite clear to Hudson, but he was very clear about the Giant Dragon’s storage space.

With the Dragon Race’s obsession with treasure, it was definitely an evolved trait for storing treasure.

If there were no storage space, moving house would be a real challenge for a Giant Dragon.

Losing just a few Gold Coins along the way could distress a dragon terribly.

“Let’s do it!”

After a slight hesitation, Maxim, in pain, instructed, “But Hudson, if it can be avoided, let’s not involve the army.

The more people involved in divvying up the loot, the less we’ll get.”

Seeing this scene, Hudson could only helplessly rub his forehead.

It was just like a dragon, their eyes only seeing Gold.

But in fact, the situation was just so.

The Expeditionary Army was known as the ‘Noble Army’ with an exceptionally high proportion of Noble Children.

The more Noble Children there were, the more people entitled to a share of the money.

Everyone up and down the ranks would take a share, and a portion would have to be set aside for the influential nobles back home.

The share that fell to him, the Commander in Chief, might not even amount to five percent.

“Alright, Maxim.

I understand the gravity of the situation and won’t cause trouble at such a time.

The Ancient Heritage Alliance has only recently occupied the Warhammer Kingdom and probably hasn’t had the chance to transport the items out yet.

There could only be a few places where they might hide things.

I’ll have someone look into it, and once we have some leads, we’ll make our move.

No need to rush this; let’s deal with this defeated force before us first.”

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