Ding-ding.
A phone call came in, and Robin answered it.
“Are you and that fierce guy coming home for dinner? Today, I’ve made something delicious.”
From the other side of the phone, Rosey Chambers’ somewhat expectant voice came through.
This girl, somewhat naive, a bit simple, and slightly slow to react, knew that Robin was Mr. X, the God of War of Kisia, but her attitude towards Robin hadn’t changed much.
In her mind, Robin was just Robin, not anyone else.
As for the fierce guy she was referring to, that would naturally be Jeff Reczek.
Jeff Reczek, a muscular hulk with a buzz cut, was the epitome of a strong man. When he got angry, he was like a ferocious beast waking up, exuding an aura of violence that still scared Rosey Chambers till this day.
“No, we have things to do.” Robin replied.
“Alright.”
From the phone, Robin could hear Rosey Chambers pouting, her voice slightly aggrieved.
This girl, with no relatives in St. Sunday except for an old grandmother, had come to regard them as family after spending some time with Robin and Jeff Reczek.
Robin smiled as another text message came in.
Glancing at it, he patted Jeff Reczek’s shoulder, saying, “These prisoners are temporarily in your hands.”
“No problem.”
Jeff Reccek grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.
However, the prisoners shuddered, a sense of unease suddenly rising in their hearts.
At this moment, Robin put away his phone and headed towards the city. Cell phones couldn’t be used on the battlefield, where there were too many warriors fighting. Each warrior had their own magnetic field.
When a large-scale battle broke out, the magnetic fields would become chaotic, and all technological products would be rendered useless.
This was why, in this era of technology, hand-to-hand combat was still prevalent. It was an era of martial arts, where individual strength was paramount, like William Anderson, who alone had broken into South Land’s main base and rescued his son-in-law.
Of course, at that time, South Land’s strongmen had not yet arrived.
Otherwise, even William Anderson would have been left behind, eventually besieged and killed by hundreds of thousands of soldiers.
However, this still demonstrated the power of an individual.
An unremarkable noodle shop.
“Sir, what would you like to eat today?”
The shop owner came over to serve Robin, who had been eating here for the past few days and was now recognized by the owner.
“Two bowls of tomato noodles.”
Robin gestured.
Soon after, two bowls of steaming noodles were brought up.
“Enjoy your meal, sir.”
The shop owner departed.
Just as Robin was about to start eating his tomato noodles, a carefree man with what seemed like dyed white hair plopped down beside him. “What’s the meaning of this, not waiting for me?”
“Didn’t I order for you?”
Robin gestured to the bowl of noodles.
“You know my taste, officer. If it were up to Jeff, he’d order a pile of things he likes to eat.”
The man grinned.
As they ate, they talked.
Eastern Kisia had four regiments: the Dragon Regiment, Phoenix Regiment, Lynx Regiment, Tiger Regiment. Each regiment commander was one of the top ten generals of Eastern Kisia, the true power of Eastern Kisia.
“How many people did you bring out?” Robin asked, taking a bite of his noodles.
“Not many, a hundred thousand.”
Dragon also took a bite of his noodles.
“Not bad.”
Robin nodded.
Those passing by didn’t pay much attention to their conversation, assuming it was idle chatter. In reality, it was a conversation that could influence the entire situation on the battlefield.
Although he had ordered the remaining three borders to remain static and defend against invasions from other cities, he had also given another order for Dragon to lead the Dragon Regiment in a covert operation to South Province.
So the fact he was able to bring a hundred thousand men was already the limit.
Any more, and they would be discovered.
As for how so many people could be in Stillwater without being detected, well, Stillwater was Robin’s territory. Seventeen out of the eighteen cities were controlled by the Harding family, making Stillwater a priority.
They left not only Nick Abel but also many Wolfman Guards to suppress everything in Stillwater.
“Where are they stationed now?” Robin asked.
“Cow’s Head.”
“Good, without my order, no rash actions are allowed.”
After finishing his noodles, Dragon left in his usual carefree manner.
Who would know that this man, dressed in vibrant clothes, with hair dyed white, was one of the top ten generals under the war god, a secret weapon.
After all, it was their trump card.
If people knew, it wouldn’t be a trump card anymore.
This was a real war between two countries, and the more trump cards one had, the greater the chance of winning.
…
South Land’s main camp.
The current atmosphere in the camp was different from the previous one, when everyone was in a state of panic and fear after Lord Lyons led thirty thousand troops to surrender. Now, everyone was united in their grief and anger.
The grief and anger was because Lord Lyons turned out to be a traitor.
“These Kisia people are really calculating, planting a family in our South Land long ago. It seems they’ve been targeting our South Land for a long time.”
“Exactly, this family was thriving in South Land. Thankfully, our king is wise and detected their betrayal, executing that family. Otherwise, we wouldn’t know how much damage we would have suffered.”
“Exactly, that damned Lord Lyons, he’s a traitor, leading our hundred thousand brothers onto a path of death. When I meet him, I will cut off his flesh piece by piece, and let him know the crime of betraying the country.”
“Our king is truly wise, seeing through Kisia’s wild ambitions early on, and leading us to strike at Kisia. Otherwise, Kisia would have invaded our South Land. We acted early and broke Kisia’s plot.”
The soldiers were discussing amongst themselves, united in their grief and anger, and treated Lord Whiteford as a wise ruler, with Kisia as their enemy in their eyes.
At this moment, Aston Jones, draped in a cloak, came out, his lazy eyes scanning them.
“General Jones.”
The soldiers immediately showed their respect.
Aston Jones glanced at them and then turned his gaze away, heading towards the big tent. As he walked, he muttered, “Maclean Lyons didn’t betray the country, he just lost his value. No, it’s because he betrayed the country that he gained value.”
One day, he might be labeled with the same crime.
But at that moment, he would certainly still be loyal to Lord Whiteford.