The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 884: Volume 28 Long Spear Plows the Courtyard - 1 Breakthrough

Chapter 884: Volume 28 Long Spear Plows the Courtyard Chapter 1 Breakthrough

Komer’s fingers moved across the map, finally settling on the name Trelins.

"Fran, we shall start from here. What do you think? Trelins, a fine name indeed, it should be the most important flax production area in Poznan, I fancy this place."

Komer’s somewhat teasing words elicited laughter from Baoling and Dragumo, "Sir, we are all well aware of your interest in any land soon to be yours," they said.

The generals clustered around Komer all beamed with smiles; for them, the war was undoubtedly the best way to test the outcomes of such long training. The Lord had already declared that he would generously award military honors and rewards to those who performed well in the war—Gold Shield, lands, and even slaves, which were a tremendous temptation for the officers.

Homer—Caucasus’s military mobilization was quite discreet, but avoiding the notice of the neighboring states was clearly impossible. Massive troop movements in this era could not be kept secret, especially when large numbers of half-beast soldiers and barbarian soldiers appeared on Homer’s land. Even ordinary civilians could sense the obvious intent, and this war-mongering new Lord seemed poised to prove his ironclad merits through war once again.

The Corps Commander of the Furious Wave Corps remained Fran. Under the current circumstances, none of Komer’s subordinates could replace Fran’s position firmly enough. As vice-corps commander, Baoling largely took over the specific command role from Fran, while those barbarians who had performed exceptionally in the last war had yet to win Komer’s approval, especially given the complex makeup of the army. Seniority was still very important for gaining the soldiers’ respect and trust.

Dragumo had officially become the Corps Commander of the Rock Corps. From Leon to Livonia, and back from Livonia to the Caucasus, he, a half-beast man who had risen from a mob, had perfectly completed his role transition. He now was undeniably the chief of the half-beast warriors, and his loyalty to Komer also ensured his position as the absolute leader of this team.

Ilot unsurprisingly became the first Corps Commander of the Ghost Weasel Corps. Although this force seemed inferior in both size and quality compared to the Furious Wave Corps and the Rock Corps, the iron-clad discipline ensured that the army would appear on the battlefield with one voice and one step.

The commander of the Flying Feather Corps was unexpectedly a newcomer, a mixed unit of mortals and half-elves who were exceptional archers. This team was growing fast, but as a support force, it still needed several more substantial battles to sharpen its skills. Dano, as an outstanding archer that had emerged from this team, not only won the hearts of all mortals and half-elves with his superb archery but also impressed Fran with his quite meticulous and pragmatic style. He was the only example of someone who had been promoted to Corps Commander, a high-ranking officer, without Komer’s familiarity.

"Maha Gummi, any reactions from the Galleians?"

"Sir, the Galleians reacted swiftly. They became aware on the fourth day of our war mobilization and soon also began their military mobilization. In fact, I judge that even if we had not mobilized for war, they would have taken the initiative. Looking at the performance of the two parties in the north, it is evident that their coordination is quite in sync. The number of Galleian troops stationed at the border region is gradually increasing. The Nirvana Knights’ vacations have been completely canceled, entering a state of readiness for war, and it seems that some mages from Bohemia have also joined the Galle Mage Group."

Maha Gummi was always able to appear just when needed by Komer, and his respectful demeanor coupled with meticulous intelligence information forced even those officers who did not like him much to admit that he indeed had a knack for gathering intelligence.

"It seems our measures for reconciliation have not had much effect. Zellin is determined to get involved," Komer appeared very calm, as everything was within his expectations. If the Galleians had not reacted, that would have truly been surprising.

"Everything is under your control, and there is nothing much to worry about. As long as we can resolve the Poznan people within the planned time, the Galleians will, like last time in Homer, start strong but end weak, tucking their tails and going back home," Baoling said confidently.

"No, Baoling, the situation isn’t exactly the same anymore. In the last battle of Homer, the Galleians trusted Philip’s power too much, which slowed their reaction speed. As a precedent, the Galleians won’t make the same mistake. As soon as we start operations in the north, they will definitely pounce to the east. The situation in the Homer region is still not very stable, we must keep the enemy outside our borders, otherwise, if they break through, those forces secretly supporting Philip will take the opportunity to rise," Fran shook his head, disagreeing with Baoling’s view. "The pressure on the western front will be immense; the key is for our army to withstand the repeated assaults from the Galleian forces. Zellin will definitely deploy their most formidable attack force; their Mage Corps and Knights regiment are very likely to unite for a deadly strike this time."

"Rebry, you should be very aware of the power of the Galle Mage Group, and now they’ve gained support from the Bohemian side. This is no light burden," Komer said with a faint smile, "This will be a major test for our Union Mage Squad. After the battle with Marco, our Mage Corps is about to face a real test again, don’t you think?"

"I am somewhat familiar with the original mages of the Galle Mage Corps; Montague is even an old friend of mine, and it’s regrettable that this battle will unfold between him and me. The original strength of the Galle Mage Corps is not to be feared. Montague alone can’t bear the whole battle situation, but the power of the mages from Bohemia is still unknown to us; this is a variable. Moreover, on the northern Battlefield, our Union Mage Corps still has to divert some forces to support, the strength of the Poznan Mage Corps might not be formidable, but if we don’t have a corresponding counterforce, it can still cause considerable damage to our troops."

Rebry’s words were still very cautious. Fighting on two fronts is a taboo for any party, but now the situation has reached this stage, defeating the Heine Family of Poznan before the Galleians enter Homer is the only way.

"Humph, doesn’t Ferdinand also want Groningen? They should come in with a necessary blow to the Poznan people at the right time. Where in the world can one just sit and wait for pies to fall into their laps?" Ilot said indignantly.

"That old fox Ferdinand won’t easily reveal his stance at this time, as it would mean showing his hand to both Poznan and Galle. That he could find an excuse not to intervene earlier is already commendable. As for later, as long as we can quickly resolve the Heine family and the Galleians are overstretched and too busy to care, Ferdinand can then even more afford to stay out of it," Komer analyzed calmly. "We can’t put our hopes on others; for us, it’s enough to complete our own tasks according to the plan."

Ebson Heine’s eyes were already bloodshot, unable to sleep due to exhaustion and fear, deep eye bags aged him significantly - what should he do?

The swarming Homer Army swept across the wilderness of Trelins like a hurricane. The Poznan Army simply could not withstand those fierce Barbarian Armies; how could that damned usurper manage to direct those Barbarian Soldiers to give their all for him as if their arms were directed?

Ebson pressed his temples in agony, a series of bad news kept him awake all night. The enemy came too fast; both sides almost started wartime mobilization at the same time, but Ebson could not fathom why the Homer Army could mobilize so quickly, almost before their own forces were fully ready, the fierce Barbarian Army, like wild wolves, had already charged into Trelins.

The poor fortresses of Trelins could not withstand those howling beasts; the roaring voices of the barbarians could almost break the heavens. If not for the force of his own Mage Corps that still managed to somewhat intimidate the Barbarian Army, Ebson even doubted if he could sit here for a breather.

The Barbarian Soldiers under the fortress had already retreated like the tide; death seemed to be an immense honor for them. Ebson witnessed firsthand the insanity and ferocity of those barbarians; he wondered how such an army was formed.

A group of soldiers surrounded a few horses on a distant hillside; those guys must be the enemy chiefs, but was the usurper among them? Ebson watched breathlessly from afar; today’s bloody battle let him truly experience the brutality of war. Looking at the limbs, bodies, and various instruments discarded under the city walls, Ebson shuddered involuntarily. Was this truly a war of annihilation?

Thinking back, he was somewhat arrogant to strike first, but considering the current situation, the difference in combat strength between the armies was obvious. The fortresses of Trelins might have been somewhat simple, but in just three days, they were easily taken down by the enemy forces; of the six thousand soldiers guarding the fortresses, more than four thousand trembled and surrendered within the fortresses themselves, handing over a massive amount of supplies and instruments, dealing a slap in Ebson’s face that left him feeling deeply humiliated and in excruciating pain. (To be continued, for further details, please visit www.qidian.com, with more Chapters, support the author, support authorized reading!)