Chương 13: War of Retaliation II

"Marshal, do you think we should deploy an entire army to block an opponent who is already injured?" Isn't it better if we divide the army in half and send one of them straight to their capital to attack it?"

A young man with a lovely face and gleaming armor who is superior to the rest. He exudes a fierce charisma with his red hair.

The young man was stared at by an elderly man with a manly stature and a calm, experienced gaze. He had a straight back and a broad chest.

He appeared respectable with his long white beard and sunken cheeks. "You're not incorrect, but you're not correct. Do you have any idea how powerful they are? We will have a better chance of seizing their capital if we attack them head-on and annihilate them. Of course, if we succeed in winning the war."

"Marshal, what are your thoughts? Is this going to be a major conflict or simply a warm-up? They appeared to have no intention of fighting a war, based on their previous defeat. However, it felt different now, like if they were surrounded by a powerful aura. A force that defies explanation and is cloaked in secrecy. That's how I felt when I heard what they were up to."

Hearing the Salauster Kingdom's war echoes did not make the youth feel happy.

Valaunter understood the young man's anxiety and excitement at the prospect of becoming a high-ranking General.

The previous conflict had provided him with some experience, but it had fallen short of his expectations. Valaunter could tell if the young man was a war crazy by his behavior.

It's not a bad thing for a general, as long as he can keep his passion in check. Things could spiral out of control if he loses control.

What is going to happen next? Valaunter is incapable of foreseeing the future. The current circumstance was not at all what he had anticipated.

He had already calculated a Salauster Kingdom response, but he hadn't expected it to come this soon.

They would have strong self-confidence if they did it now, and high morale may be a differentiator in a battle.

Valaunter had tasted it before, and one of his humiliating defeats came as a result of the enemy's high morale.

"No matter how big or small a battle is, it's still a war." It would be a better position for us if they had fewer troops than we did. However, if there are more of them, we will need a more comprehensive and mature strategy. 'The Brigadier of Death,' Mival Belloc, the man known as the House of Mival's brilliance. I'll free you from all the complications as long as I lead the troops and maintain leadership and decision-making authority. You can concentrate on fighting your opponent!"

This was uttered by Valaunter, the Old General who was also the Marshal of the Arannor Kingdom, to make Belloc feel free.

Restraint will not help them; in fact, it will worsen their predicament.

Valaunter freed Belloc, but after the conflict, Belloc will also receive a promotion.

He didn't want to see this exceptional gift being kept back by a law that didn't allow him to explore and develop his strength in a war setting.

Valaunter didn't mind having a 60,000-strong army at his disposal. This force is more than capable of defeating the opposition. He commanded nearly all of the Arannor Kingdom's soldiers.

Of course, with such a large army, there is a good chance of victory in a conflict.

Valaunter had dispatched numerous scouts to investigate the Pope of the Salauster Kingdom's condition and whereabouts. He didn't just sit in one spot and wait; he moved around and didn't stop.

They hastened to the Plains of Verus, which were ideal for forming a massive army formation.

Voran could exhale a sigh of relief when Veus and Larsson, the two pillars, following him into the war. Without the presence and support of these two people, nothing would be possible. Leading an army would be difficult for him.

The circumstances he was in was extraordinarily difficult for someone who had never been on a battlefield before. He wasn't sure if he was capable of fighting on the battlefield.

He funneled his energy throughout his body and felt it while meditating on a horse to relax himself.

"The Noble Families account for half of the army. Larsson, are you thinking the same thing as me that this isn't a good thing? What are your thoughts on this war?"

Voran felt he was being crushed by an unknown pressure and strain as a result of the lengthy travel.

He not only cleared his doubts by questioning Larsson, but he also did a meditation to determine the effect of the Strengthening Pills he ate in order to be rid of that load.

Larsson thought about what he should say to Voran for a minute, closing his eyes and stroking his beard. He closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them and responding.

"It's not easy. We must not only be watchful of the opponent, but we must also not be distracted from the army of Nobles. We're not sure if they're going to put their all into it or if they're just trying to hide their stench!"

Veus didn't only listen; he also shared his thoughts. "It would be a simpler duty if we merely kept an eye on the opponent," he continued, his face serious and his tone serious. "What power, though! Our adversaries come from both the outside and the within, making the situation even more precarious. To cope with these two issues, we must divide our attention. This is going to be a difficult war!"

"Is that correct? The most formidable enemy is never found on the outside, but rather within. It will be difficult to solve external problems unless the internal issues are addressed. It's amazing how simple it is for individuals who just deal with external issues. However, since the beginning of our war strategy, we have already determined everything. For the kingdom, their death will be an indelible source of sadness and pain. Unfortunately, the kingdom suffered as a result of their leader's presence. Well, in the end, it's for the kingdom's welfare and harmony!"

Voran stated it emphatically. He couldn't get over his guilt in sending innocent people to their deaths.

The words of a king can result in millions of deaths or provide comfort to millions of people.

As a result, the burden he carries is one that is difficult to bear. Voran couldn't deny his guilt and had been carrying it with him till now.

Despite the fact that he was surrounded by an army and was accompanied by two important figures. He was blinded by loneliness, which ruined his senses of sight and taste.