391: Chapter 42, Scorched Earth Policy_2 391: Chapter 42, Scorched Earth Policy_2 As long as they were not trading with the Orcs and had notified the front-line officers in advance, everyone would give them face.
“Well, I happen to be off to Flying Bear Fort for a rotation as well.
You might as well come along!”
Viscount John might have fallen in battle, but with the reputation of the Elvin Family, his business can still go on.
Even if accidents occur along the way, as long as you explain the situation, the cultured nobles will understand.
No need for thanks; it’s just something that conveniently came my way.
Helping others while abroad is a way of helping one’s self.”
Having said this, Hudson directly turned and left, not leaving the old man a chance to refuse.
Hiding one’s identity was not an issue.
Even though he did not recognize these people, the nobles of the newly formed Twenty-Third Army might.
There were more than forty survivors.
He refused to believe that they all were hiding their power, having never shown their faces before.
Once even a single person was recognized, their identity would be revealed.
By that time, it would be completely adequate to consider what to do next.
This overt scheme, indisputably, could not deceive everyone.
Anthony, looking regretfully at the departing Hudson, said, “All because I panicked and blurted.
How should we proceed now?”
“It’s not your fault.
It just means our planning was not detailed enough.
Regardless of what identity we masquerade behind, they’ll understand our true strength with our party’s competence.
You all saw the fight just now.
From start to finish, it was very quickly done.
There are not many units in the entire kingdom that possess this level of power.
Even the most elite parts of our clan may not be able to outperform them.
Judging by the accents of these people, they most likely come from the Alpha Kingdom.
The general who came over just now to speak to us, must be the newly-ennobled Count of Moonfall Bay.
There are many legendary stories about him.
He is rumored to be very powerful, though we cannot confirm this.
If targeted by this person, the tall tale we initially prepared may fall short.
Just now, I recognized someone in the crowd, and if we weren’t in such a mess now, we would’ve exposed ourselves.
As we are about to move alongside the grand army, exposure is only a matter of time.
Rather than being suspected after our identities are exposed, it would be better to show our cards directly.
We have no past grudges nor do we harbor recent grievances against Count Hudson.
Likewise, he will not harm us for no reason.
The Leibron Family can’t bear any more trouble at the moment.
If the conditions aren’t too harsh, we can consider it a token of gratitude for this rescue.
Let’s hope that he, like the rumors say, has integrity and doesn’t go too far.”
The old magician spoke helplessly.
A plucked peacock is not even as good as a chicken, and now the Leibron Clan was like a plucked peacock.
With their clan power severely impaired, the deep-rooted lineage of the Leibron Family had become a liability – like a child carrying a gold brick in a crowded market, a target for everyone.
…
After cleaning the battlefield and counting the casualties and gains, Hudson was very satisfied with the one-to-two exchange.
The objects of their exchange were the Bimon Cavalry.
Across the entire Continent of Aslante, there were no more than a few armies that could fight against them in the wild.
Let alone a one-to-two exchange.
Even a two-to-one loss would be a cause for celebration.
Without doubt, this battle report had been watered down.
The Bimon cavalry that was killed earlier was also included.
It wasn’t that Hudson wanted to snatch their merits, but rather that they had identified themselves as a ‘trade caravan’.
Since they were a caravan, it meant that the actions of the allied forces were ‘rescues’.
As a party being rescued, it would be far-fetched to expect to share the battle merits.
Hudson could only quietly accept this credit as per the unwritten rules of the game.
After the recording on the Memory Stone was completed, the battlefield was set on fire, marking a successful conclusion to the ambush.
Whether they were too far away, or simply behind the times, the figure of the Hawkman Scout only appeared in the sky after the grand army had retreated.
Hudson wouldn’t be polite with enemies who were delivered to his doorstep.
“Whoosh, Whoosh…”
With the arrow notched and aimed, the arrow flew out.
The entire process was in one breath without a hint of hesitation.
Accompanied by the sound of the arrow tearing through the air, the Hawkman Scout in the sky directly fell to his death, his body crashing into a bloody pulp on impact.
While others are shooting big eagles, Hudson has to shoot big hawks.
But this feeling is still quite good.
The only issue was that when these hawks were shot, they fell like a giant stone from the sky, causing quite a bit a damage upon impact.
Just now, an unfortunate horse was struck by a falling Hawkman and instantaneously killed.
That was actually the lucky scenario.
If it were any worse, the victim could have been smashed to death, ascending to the Kingdom of God to receive the teachings of the Lord of the Dawn ahead of time.
As he commanded the grand army’s withdrawal, Hudson also remembered to send victory reports to Crown Prince Caesar and Chris the Ninth.
Political sense told him that both needed this achievement now.
At the moment when the Bertelli Fortress is at stake, any victory is precious.
Especially a classic battle victory that annihilated the Bimon Cavalry Corps was a big deal worth noting.
But Hudson was unsure.
The last encounter with the Orc army was dubbed a turning-point battle.
This time’s case was more unique, and had propaganda value, so it was uncertain how it would be blown up.