“Yes, sir!” The 100, 000 Ghost Wolf Iron Cavalry shouted in unison, their killing intent surging.
“Primus, wise words indeed.” Maclean Lyons looked at him with admiration.
However, Robin issued another order: “Maclean Lyons, spread the news that Primus of Kisia is leading a million troops from within the nation to head south.”
Maclean Lyons: “???”
“Mixing truth with fake news, even I know this. You have a lot to learn,” Jeff Reczek added from the side.
“Mixing truth with fake news is the proper strategy – to always keep the enemy guessing about your situation. Spear, Big Tail, Blood Tiger, Shadow, Sole Wolf.”
Robin then pointed at several officers.
“Yes, sir,” they all responded, ready for orders.
“Each of you will lead 3, 000 cavalrymen and attack the South Border from different routes. Raise your banners high, making it seem like a large force has entered the South Border.”
“Yes, sir,” they all obeyed.
Robin looked toward the south, in the direction of the South Land, a place that had been in chaos for years. At times, there were dozens of nations; at others, hundreds. No one had been able to unify them for centuries. But now, they were unified, which meant they had a remarkable leader.
In the capital, an old man with gloomy eyes sat at a round table. “I think Mr. Bailey is overstepping his bounds. At this critical moment, he dares to take control of all the nation’s military power. Could it be that he wants to hold some higher position?”
“Why is he at the South Border at this exact moment? Could this have been planned in advance?”
“I believe the fall of the South Border is related to this Mr. Bailey.”
Some people agreed with these allegations.
“Rubbish! If he wanted that position, he wouldn’t have waited until now. Since when do people like these attend our conferences? Aren’t they afraid I’ll kill them on the spot?”
An old man with a white beard slammed his hand on the table, his face full of anger.
“Mr. Berger, please calm down. The main reason we invited these heritage family representatives is for them to explain the situation regarding the Harding family. A heritage family betraying us is a serious matter.” Ritchie Stainton, an elder, tried to calm Mr. Berger.
Mr. Berger, the highest-ranking official of the national military region, was already semi-retired due to his age. He had planned to pass his position to Robin last time, but Robin ran away. He went back home to be with his wife and children, leading a warm and simple life.
“Do you really think Robin wants that position? I watched him join the army. In his spare time, he liked to look at a photo of his wife. For him, his wife is the most important thing. Last time, he just ran back to her. I heard he became a live-in son-in-law. If it weren’t for the southern border being breached this time, he might not have used that token to command the entire nation’s army.” Mr. Berger slammed the table and continued, “I have a bad temper, having fought battles my whole life. Today, I’m making it clear that, this time, all soldiers must listen to Mr. Bailey. If anyone dares to disobey, don’t blame me for enforcing military law.”
His explosive temper sent a shock through those seated at the round table. Although Mr. Berger was old, he was still energetic, at least his temper remained fierce.
“Heh…” The sinister-eyed elder wanted to say something sarcastic, but Mr. Berger interrupted, “Guard!”
A figure charged at the sinister-eyed elder. “Stop!” The others gasped, but they couldn’t stop the guard, who took off one of the elder’s ears.
“You… dare!” The sinister-eyed elder covered his ear, enraged.
“What do you mean ‘dare’? Do you want to go out and fight? I’m still in charge of the military region, believe it or not, I can send eight legions in and bombard your heritage family’s land every day!” Mr. Berger said.
“I-” The sinister-eyed man was too angry to speak but didn’t dare to argue.
He knew that Mr. Berger had a huge temper and was capable of carrying out his threats.
“Enough.” Ryley Collins, who was seated in the middle of the three leading figures, clapped his hands and said, “Mr. Bailey, serving the country and the people is not something you can ridicule. If it happens again, don’t blame us for accusing you of slandering a national hero. Also, we asked you heritage families here to explain why the Harding family betrayed our country.”
“We don’t know,” the sinister-eyed elder shook his head, feigning ignorance.
“You don’t know?” Ryley Collins sneered, “Within three days, I need your three families to find the members of the Harding family and bring them to the capital for trial. If you fail, you will be held accountable.”
“Alright.” The sinister-eyed elder agreed, though it was clear he had his own plans.
After the meeting, only Ryley Collins and Mr. Berger remained. Mr. Berger, looking upset, said, “I get angry just looking at those heritage family people, acting all mysterious. They might be in league with the Harding family.”
“There’s a connection, but I haven’t found out if they’re in league yet,” Ryley Collins sighed. “The three major heritage families in the capital, the Sutherland family, the Connolly family, and the Hubbard family, are not to be trifled with. After all, they’re families with thousands of years of history.”
“What do you think about this battle at the South Border?” Ryley Collins asked Mr. Berger.
“It’s not a big problem,” Mr. Berger waved his hand dismissively.
Ryley Collins laughed, “Do you really trust him so much? I heard that the person who ascended to the throne in South Land is extraordinary and is said to be a once-in-a-millennium talent.”
“What a load of crap about a once-in-a-millennium talent. If Little Mad were in charge, South Land would have been unified long ago, not waiting until now. This battle was originally uncertain, even without any guarantees, since the Harding family suddenly rose and colluded with so many forces. However, the key to this situation is Stillwater. In Little Mad’s hands, with this place, the chances of winning can rise to 30%.”
“Only 30%?”
“The remaining 70% lies with Little Mad.”
Mr. Berger spoke, suddenly remembering something, and patted Ryley Collins on the shoulder, “Let’s make a bet, shall we? I’ll bet that jar of wine you’ve got buried in the ground-if Little Mad wins, that jar of wine is mine. Deal?”
“Get lost! That jar of wine was buried by my dad decades ago. I’m not letting you drink it.” Ryley Collins laughed twice and playfully hit Mr. Berger, refusing the bet. He then looked at a document on the table, which contained information about the newly emerged Emperor of South Land, gazing towards the south with a complicated expression, “This opponent is truly extraordinary. Perhaps, ‘astonishingly talented’ would be a fitting description.”