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Chapter 985 - 985 122 Turning Point_3

985: Chapter 122, Turning Point_3 985: Chapter 122, Turning Point_3 Expeditionary Army Camp, Hudson was busily receiving delegates from all directions.

The Ancient Remnant Allied Army had almost been driven to a dead end, and in recent days, there had been adventurers breaking away from the main group every day in search of food.

Helping the Warhammer Clan “reclaim lost territory” was a political slogan, but from the current situation, it seemed that the slogan was turning into reality.

Especially in recent days, various resistance armed forces had launched fierce counterattacks, and reports of reclaimed territories had not ceased.

As the situation improved, trouble also increased.

After a round of major warfare reshuffling, the original interest groups of the Warhammer Kingdom had been overthrown.

No one mentioned the East-West War Hammer Kingdom anymore; now active on the battlefield, there were primarily nobles from the West Hammer Kingdom.

This was determined by geographical location.

The West Hammer Kingdom was mountainous, and in times of war, the mountains served as their natural barrier, preserving their strength.

While the unfortunate ones from the Eastern Warhammer Kingdom were mostly still on their way, with only a very few quick-reacting nobles having reached the front line.

A military reshuffle inevitably led to political changes.

Old nobles, unwilling to let go of their former interests; newly rising nobles, would not easily hand over the territories they held.

As the largest power faction within the boundaries of the Warhammer Kingdom, Hudson naturally had the ability to influence the post-war situation.

If he wished, he could elevate a minor noble directly to the center of decision-making in the Warhammer Kingdom, as long as it did not involve the throne, there was little he couldn’t do.

Power in hand naturally meant guests filling the door.

The benefits presented were too good not to accept; if he actually refused gifts, these local bosses would start to worry.

Had the war not still been ongoing, he would have been even busier.

What was given was not taken for free; as a noble of integrity, Hudson had offered a “return gift” – a certificate of military merit issued by the Northern Continent Coalition Army Headquarters.

Thinking about it almost made him laugh; before the war on the continent erupted, obtaining a Marshal title for Hudson would have been extremely difficult.

The more so Marshal titles awarded by the Moxi People, which he had to bargain for.

After the outbreak of the continental war, he didn’t even have to do much to receive a heap of Marshal titles.

Primarily after the victory at Augustusburg, when he hinted at leading his forces westward into Orton Duchy to block the southward advance of the Elf Army.

Countries with quick access to information promptly showed their eagerness by appointing him as the Chief Commander at the Northern Continent Alliance meeting.

Regardless of whether Hudson accepted or not, Marshal titles kept coming his way.

All efforts were for one thing—to quickly block the Elf Army.

Hudson had refused the real position, merely accepting the honorary titles.

However, this did not affect his ability to capitalize on the name of the Northern Continent Coalition Army Headquarters.

A seemingly inconsequential document was actually a representation of the allies’ recognition of various powers and served as a legal basis for their struggle for benefits post-war.

Receiving gifts until his hands were full did not affect Hudson’s strategic deployment.

Stringing the enemy along for seven days, even the occasional drop of food by the Elf Air Force wasn’t enough to stave off the hunger of the collapsing Allied Forces.

“Send the order down, let the army start cooking; tonight, we break the enemy!”

War had reached this point, and Hudson was too lazy to hide his plans.

Choosing a night attack was not out of preference for field battles.

It was similar to the operations he had already performed against the enemy three times.

Each time he displayed the posture of an overnight assault, when the enemy gathered for a do-or-die battle, he decisively chose to abandon the attack.

Constantly going back and forth was tough on enemy commanders who tried to inspire their troops.

A “determination to fight to the death” was not always readily available.

Fired up blood was bound not to last.

Even if the soldiers wanted to continue, their growling stomachs would not allow it.

“Yes, Marshal!”

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As dusk fell, urged by leaders of various tribes, the soldiers lethargically got into formation, ready to face the enemy at any moment.

Yawning, the Giant King grumbled, “No need to wait any longer; this is just another of the enemy’s exhaustion tactics.

Their so-called attack is just sending a few hundred cavalry to harass us.

If they were really launching a major attack, why would the enemy give us advance notice?

Continuing this way, we are likely to be worn out before the enemy even attacks.”

Following the direction pointed by the Giant King, it turned out a soldier had fainted, being supported by two others into the camp.

However, the soldier on the left was not in a stable state, and without warning, he slipped, causing all three to tumble to the ground.

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