The Count’s Youngest Son Is A Player - Chapter 245
Chapter 245
If the capital city of Turium was in the center of the Kingdom of Leuven, the capital castle of Count Randall’s castle, Scoden, was in the east of the kingdom.
Therefore, the confrontation between the 3rd prince’s army and the 4th prince’s army stretched from north to south, bordering the eastern territories of the kingdom.
‘Is it already 15 days?’
Raoul stroked his chin as he looked down at the magic map displayed on the large table.
The situation on the front line was displayed in detail on the magic map with geographical features.
Troop deployment status on both sides.
Estimated number of articles.
Since it was even clear which family the soldiers were from, it was enough to monitor the situation of the war.
The reason we were able to obtain such detailed information was because informants were planted on both sides.
It wasn’t that difficult to insert informants among hundreds of thousands of soldiers.
In addition, he received help from players with Seohyun’s summons and scouting skills.
Perhaps because it was perceived as a very important battlefield, many broadcasting stations and private broadcasters visited the battlefield and transmitted videos.
‘Thanks to this, there is no shortage of general information at all.’
The situation on the battlefield was tense, and the Four Princes’ camp was pushing forward.
Even though there was a central army, the difference in numbers was not something that could be ignored.
Both camps were continuously recruiting soldiers, but they kept depleting as much as they had recruited, maintaining a balance of 150,000 to 300,000.
“I’m not moving as actively as I thought. “I thought you wanted a quick win.”
Jake said, crossing his arms as if he were puzzled.
“I guess it’s being cautious. “If we suffer a crushing defeat on a large-scale battlefield like this, the pendulum may fall sharply.”
“No, but if we keep confronting each other like this, what will change? “I just wish we could stick together for once.”
Jake snorted at Philip’s words and shook his head in frustration.
“It will probably move soon. Kane.”
“Yes Master. “I will mark it.”
The map screen changed slightly.
The holograms of the soldiers disappeared, only the knights were displayed, and large sword models appeared everywhere.
“…hmm. This?”
“It indicates the master of each faction.”
The five masters of the Three Princes’ camp were marked with navy blue swords.
Three in the capital Turiam.
Two were lodged in a compound near the front line.
On the other hand, there is only one master of the Four Princes camp.
A red sword marked the main body of Count Randall’s army.
“hmm. “Looking at it this way, the difference is significant.”
Master five to one.
It is said that Randall’s side is about 1.5 times ahead in terms of the number of knights…
“It certainly doesn’t look easy. Especially when you think about this place.”
Philip pointed to the map with his baton.
That place is the Marquis McNeil.
The number of knights and soldiers who had not yet been deployed to the front lines and were staying in the territory was unusual.
“Let’s focus on the front line for now. Show more information about Kane.”
Jiyiing.
White swords were added to the map.
“…What is this?”
“What do you think?”
Two in the 3 Princes camp.
Four in the Four Princes camp.
Philip, who was thinking deeply, tapped his palm.
“Is this really a private master?”
“That is correct. “It is a selection of those with a high probability of becoming a master.”
master.
A state of nothingness that surpasses human limitations.
Since it is a level that only selected people can climb, the number of people who are frustrated and unable to cross the threshold of mastery is significant.
In the Count Ashton family alone, Melvin, the head of the family, and Viscount Vogel, commander-in-chief of the Golden Bear Knights and Viscount Hesse, have stayed at the top level of experts for decades.
“…Well, the blessing of Mana couldn’t have come only to us.”
Jake accepted it coolly.
“This includes those who have stayed at the top level of Expert for at least three years. The actual number of masters may be more or less than this.”
The number of masters so indicated was seven in the 3rd prince camp and five in the 4th prince camp.
“But looking at it like this… it really looks like something is going to happen?”
While the three princes placed one master on each of the five divided fronts.
“Earl Randall has decided.”
There were four white swords sticking out side by side right next to the red sword that marked Count Randall.
* * *
“Extra, extra, extra! “The 4th Prince’s Army defeated the 3rd Prince’s Army on the Brandal Plains and is advancing toward the capital!”
“Four new masters appear in the Four Princes Army! In the Battle of Brandal Plains, I defeated Marquess McNeil’s Master Dellow and Master Gervainan!”
Turium, the capital of the Kingdom of Leuven, was bustling from early morning.
Young boys carried bundles of newspapers and spread unbelievable news, and everyone in the city was busy buying newspapers.
“Really? “The Four Princes’ Army won?”
“Is that all? “Isn’t it true that they have defeated two corps of punitive forces with great momentum and are advancing towards the capital?”
“A new master! Heaven has not abandoned the Kingdom of Ruben.”
The citizens could not hide their joy at the news of the victory of the Four Princes’ Army.
However, there were many voices of concern.
“What happens if war really breaks out in the capital? Aren’t we being dragged into battle too?”
“no way. “No matter what, will there be a siege in the capital?”
“I don’t know. Who knows what crazy things the Third Prince would do?”
Beep beep! Beep!
At that time, soldiers appeared from the other side of the street with a whistle.
“It’s jumping!”
“Guys, run away!”
The boys who sold newspapers and citizens were distraught and scattered in all directions.
The spirit of the soldiers, who usually only pretended to crack down, was unusual.
There was no way to know what would be done to them if they made a mistake…
The streets quickly became empty, with only the newspapers that citizens had left fluttering about.
The chief security officer who was leading the soldiers picked up the newspaper and frowned.
‘The news is really fast. There will be great agitation among citizens.’
Honestly, few people expected the 3rd Prince’s side to lose.
Even he, an officer, was surprised, but how could the citizens be surprised?
“What should we do, Manager?”
Soldiers arrested several boys and citizens who were handing out newspapers.
“Please save me! “I just circulated the newspaper as usual.”
“I was just passing by. “Please save me!”
We hadn’t done anything yet, but some of the boys had even peed their pants.
“Follow the principle and take them to the police station and imprison them.”
“four!”
“no! Help me!”
Those being dragged by the soldiers struggled and shouted.
The chief security officer, who was trying hard to ignore their gaze, sighed inwardly.
‘What is this doing?’
As long as the order was given, I couldn’t disobey it.
Of course, I had no intention of doing anything to them.
‘The only way is to lock them up for a few days and then release them.’
What crime can they have?
They, who are supposed to protect the citizens, are arresting good citizens.
The manager could not help but feel a sense of shame.
“aide. “Today is Block C in District 3.”
“all right.”
At his command, the adjutant led about fifty soldiers and headed somewhere.
They will catch the gang of thugs and criminals from the back alleys who have been causing all kinds of trouble.
And tomorrow, he will be hanged on the scaffold instead of the innocent citizens who were just captured.
‘It can’t be helped if someone has to die.’
It was a pity that this was all he could do.
Suddenly, the golden hawk emblem appeared in his mind.
‘Would anything have been different if they had been there?’
* * *
Royal conference room.
On the wall of the podium hung a large, dark blue insignia with an emblem of a crossed ax and a hammer engraved on it.
It was a symbol symbolizing the Marquess of McNeil.
And below, in an ornate chair, the Marquis Clifford de MacNeill was sitting with a stern expression.
“I guess I expected too much from you guys. “I didn’t think it was a very difficult order.”
“I’m sorry, Your Excellency.”
“I have no shame.”
Two knights were kneeling on the floor below the platform.
They were Marquess McNeil’s new masters, Dellow and Gervainan.
The condition of the two was clearly not good.
He had a pale complexion and blood was spreading from the bandages wrapped around his body.
And Master Gervainen’s left arm was missing below the elbow.
“Go back and make peace.”
At the Marquis’ command, the two masters bowed their heads helplessly and left the conference hall.
I heard a crash outside the door and it seemed like one of the two had fallen.
However, the Marquis asked his adjutant without even blinking.
“Has the damage count been completed?”
“Yes, Your Excellency. During this battle and the subsequent retreat, significant troop casualties occurred. Of the 60,000, the number of casualties, including those killed in action, was 15,000. 20,000 were taken prisoner and 5,000 deserted. So, the number of people capable of combat is said to be slightly less than 20,000.”
Murmur.
In just one battle, 40,000 troops were lost and the two masters fell out of power.
It was an enormous amount of damage that was unexpected.
“quiet!”
“….”
The audience became quiet due to the marquis’ shouting.
“What are the circumstances of the retreat?”
“The central army is in line and retreating. “It will likely reach the outskirts of the capital in three days.”
“hmm.”
The Marquis closed his eyes for a moment and gathered his thoughts.
‘I originally planned to bring them near the capital, but the damage was greater than expected. ‘They seem like stupid things.’
I knew that there would be an unknown master on the 4th prince’s side.
So, I told them to avoid knight battles as much as possible and to attract enemies.
In any case, the plan did not go wrong in the grand scheme of things.
Marquis McNeil got up from his chair and walked towards the topographical map in the center of the conference room.
“We compete here.”
bang.
The Marquis’ dagger pierced both the map and the table.
Curden Plains.
It was a large plain area a little away from the capital Turium.
It was an open area with nothing blocking the way except for a small river and a small forest spread out sparsely.
“Are you thinking about spinning? “Aren’t our troops insufficient for a head-on confrontation?”
One of the operational officers spoke cautiously, and Marquis McNeil nodded.
“There will be no shortage of troops. The main family’s troops should be heading here by now. This rotation will end the war! “Please write up a detailed plan and post it.”
“Yes, Your Excellency!”
Officers and operational officers gathered together and began a full-fledged operational meeting.
Marquis McNeil, who was looking at this scene with cold eyes, turned and left the conference room.
Anyway, their plan was just a side step.
The real plan had already taken root before the war.
‘Hudson. You should have given up your greed and just held my hand.’
If he had done so, he would have been able to enjoy the rest of his life while holding on to his position as a prestigious warrior.
As the Marquis clicked his tongue and walked away, the word ‘defeat’ seemed to be completely absent in his mind.
* * *
“…hmm. You want it to rotate, right? He said it’s been a long time since he went to battle, and he seems to have really lost his senses. “Isn’t that right?”
“Hahaha, that’s right. It looks like you can’t even understand the situation properly. “Isn’t that actually a good thing?”
“Because it would be best to avoid a siege in the capital. “Let’s know that and prepare.”
“I understand, Lord Maeng.”
4 Prince Jinyoung.
Earl Randall had gathered his entire army and was marching towards the capital.
The troops actually increased further, swelling to 350,000, and there were no longer anyone blocking the way.
According to intelligence, about 780,000 reinforcements have departed from the Marquis MacNeill’s home.
‘At least 200,000. As long as we are ahead in terms of the number of soldiers and knights, and we have the master number correct, there will be no problem at all.’
And when it came to a battle between masters, Count Hudson was overflowing with confidence.
‘I don’t know if it’s a swordsman, but it’s not as difficult as Clifford. I’ll show you who is stronger this time.’
Until now, the kingdom had banned confrontations between masters.
It was difficult when a few masters were injured, and problems between families were also intertwined.
But now that the reins had been lifted, it was time to find out who was truly strong.
‘It’s a large plain.’
Count Hudson raised the corners of his mouth.
(Continued in the next part)