390: Chapter 42, Scorched Earth Policy_1 390: Chapter 42, Scorched Earth Policy_1 The death of Luoyeiya didn’t cause the rest of the Bimon cavalry to collapse, but rather made them crazier.
However, such madness doomed to be ineffective against overwhelming military advantage.
No matter how brave a warrior is, they can’t block spears thrusting from all sides.
Especially when they have just had a fierce battle, and the state of Bimon cavalry is not at its peak.
Their desperate struggles only made their defeat more tragic.
Hudson reminded himself after witnessing a battle where many ants killed an elephant: the use of military forces must be steady.
Luoyeiya, who laid dead on the ground, was the absolute example of what not to be.
If it wasn’t for his supreme arrogance that drove him to lose himself, he would have been better off leaving a few scout horses on the outside as warning against the surrounding movements, instead of being turned into a dumpling.
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“Clean up the battlefield immediately, burn the corpses on the spot, then retreat with the wounded!
The orc camp is not far from here so must act fast.”
Hudson calmly gave the order.
An extermination of a full Bimon cavalry corps, even if it’s accomplished while taking advantage of the situation, is still a matter worth celebrating lavishly.
The first ever extermination of Bimon cavalry corps, since the outbreak of the war, would be written in the books by every country and given special political significance.
A good leader should never show off their joy.
Especially when winning a battle, one must always maintain rationality.
Even if he was overjoyed, Hudson had to suppress his emotions to maintain his imposing demeanor.
Although the Commander in Chief can suppress his joy, there is no need for the officers and soldiers below to do so.
With a glance at their delighted expressions, one can tell everyone is very satisfied with this battle.
Hudson had already started to enjoy the dividends brought about by the victory in battle.
The most direct impact was that his prestige in the army rose rapidly.
Not only his commands were obeyed unconditionally within the Layton County Legion, but they were also effective for the Moxi People’s new Twenty-Third Legion.
Continuous victories brought people’s confidence in him to a peak.
Now, he can command the newly formed Twenty-Third Army without the need of Commander Rakel to relay the orders, the officers below would spontaneously execute them.
If it were under normal circumstances and such a suspected power grab were to occur, the two sides would definitely end up falling out.
But now it’s wartime, and their savvy elder brother is being besieged by the Orc Army and may be sent to see the Lord of the Dawn at any moment.
Rakel is too busy clinging to Hudson’s coattails to stir up trouble.
The command is a small issue.
From Rakel’s standpoint, no matter how powerful Hudson is, he is an outsider and will not root himself in Moxi Duchy, taking away military power is only temporary.
What he needs most now is to ride on coattails of military merit.
In case his elder brother unfortunately passes away, thus completing the greater misfortune of his family, the merits accumulated now may become a life-saving medicine in the future.
After arranging the military affairs, Hudson then turned his gaze to the small team that had been rescued.
“Who are you?
Why are you here?”
Not that Hudson deliberately caused trouble.
Geographically speaking, this place belongs to the subordinate area of Bertelli City.
Because it is too close to the front line, the policy of scorched earth had been implemented long ago.
Normally, people should not be passing through at this time.
If it hadn’t been for the fact that they had just clashed with the orcs, proving that they were not the orcs’ spies, they might have been detained instead of being questioned.
In extraordinary times, extraordinary measures are taken.
The Moxi Duchy has long issued an order prohibiting civilians from entering the war zone.
Having heard the question, Anthony, who hadn’t recovered from his grief, answered indiscriminately: “We are a passing caravan, encountered an orc robbery, and fled to here.”
This excuse is too far-fetched.
The loopholes in it are simply countless.
Which caravan doesn’t even have a cart?
Which caravan has such a strong guard team?
Which caravan is so reckless that they dare to come to the front lines at this time?
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There are too many unsolvable questions which, when put together, nearly directly tell Hudson that there are problems with their identity.
Being forced into this position, given their current state, if they encounter a strange army and expose their identities, who knows what could happen?
The legacy of the Leibron family is extremely tempting.
Even friends and acquaintances from the past might do harm to them, not to mention strangers with no relation.
They could easily be accused of desertion and taken down.
In this wilderness, they would not even have a chance to argue their case.
“Respected General, we are members of the Warren Chamber of Commerce.
We were invited by the Elvin family to do business.
This is a special pass issued by Viscount John.”
In the meantime, the Old Magician even took out a parchment agreement to prove that they really are a caravan, as a supplement to the loophole in Anthony’s words.
Unfortunately, this scene seemed suspicious in Hudson’s eyes, as if everything was arranged deliberately.
Rules are made for ordinary people.
If they were truly members of one of the four major chambers of commerce on the continent, it would not be a problem to get a pass issued by the king.
It’s now wartime, and these gigantic commerce associations that travel around the continent can bring a large amount of strategic supplies — they are welcome wherever they go.