Mercenary Wars

Chapter 150 Prince Eric

The group turned to look and found a muscular man with an exaggerated physique, bald and tattooed, who was none other than Jarrell, the fourth-division boxing champion whom Gao Jiano had met not long ago.

“Then let me ask you.” Jarrell repeated his catchphrase at the end of his sentence, rambling on and on.

Hilgon frowned slightly, but still replied, "Usually not very high, at least not the highest, after all, the Sentinels are not the most dangerous enemies."

Hearing that the casualty rate wasn't very high, everyone felt a sense of relief, more or less.

Only Jarrell frowned and muttered, "The casualty rate isn't high at all..."

Everyone was stunned when they heard his mutterings.

What?
Some people even complain that their troops have a low casualty rate.
"Are there any units with an even higher casualty rate?" Jarrell asked.

Everyone was silent for a while.

Until Daniel said, "The casualty rate depends on the unit and on yourself. If you're looking for excitement, just be at the forefront in every battle."

"That makes sense!" Jarrell's eyes lit up, then he burst into laughter. "Then I'll stay in the raiding camp, haha!"

With that, he turned and left, then suddenly raised his hand: "For the glory of Mosa!"

Some people couldn't help but ask, "Who is this guy? Is he out of his mind?"

Ryan: "His name is Jarrell. He's a boxer under Lohar and a fourth-division champion... He doesn't seem to be very bright, but his strength is undeniable. Many fifth-division boxers have been defeated by him."

"so smart."

"I hope he can always be at the forefront in every battle."

The crowd began to discuss it.

It wasn't until they noticed that Lucius, accompanied by three deputy commanders, strode towards the camp entrance, all four of them wearing serious expressions.

After a while.

A blond young man riding an armored warhorse slowly appeared in everyone's sight, followed by a group of knights, mages, priests and other followers, while a large crowd of townspeople watched from afar.

Upon seeing the blond youth, Lucius immediately knelt on one knee and bowed, showing a level of respect that the mercenaries had never seen before.

"Your Highness, we are deeply honored by your arrival!" he said, placing his right hand on his left chest and bowing his head humbly.

The visitor was none other than Prince Eric of the Kingdom of Liberland.

Eric Dopon, the most celebrated Mosaic in the Kingdom of Liberland and even the entire continent, is a prince who seems to have stepped out of a fairy tale and an epic.

He had a near-perfect appearance, tall and handsome, with a head of golden curly hair that seemed to be dyed by holy light, plus a polite yet slightly arrogant royal smile, making him the dream lover of countless women.

Moreover, Eric, despite his young age, is already an eighth-level paladin. Even considering the generous resources provided to him by the royal family, this is enough to demonstrate his exceptional talent and diligence.

Many people, including His Majesty Louis, proudly watched him grow up, hoping that one day he would inherit the throne and become a great monarch and a devout believer.

It was with this expectation that Eric was appointed commander-in-chief of this campaign, to lead tens of thousands of Mossadites into the territory of the pagans and to glorify God.

At this moment, the young prince, on whom great hopes were placed, arrived at the Grey Eagle camp to inspect his army.

Everyone knelt on one knee before Prince Eric, bowing respectfully and placing their right hand on their left chest near their heart as a sign of reverence. Coupled with the imposing stature of his warhorse, most people were initially unable to clearly see his remarkably handsome face, which was said to be a miracle.

The same was true for Gaugano; when Prince Eric passed by him, he could only make out the shape of his warhorse.

This warhorse is tall and strong, its body pure white without any blemishes, and its muscles are full of powerful lines, making it look as if it were sculpted from Patrick marble.

"Hiss." It snorted casually, and sparks flew from its nostrils, clearly indicating that it was a powerful magical beast.

After touring the Grey Eagle camp, Prince Eric arrived at the training ground and addressed the soldiers: "Warriors of Mosa, soon we will cross the Levin River and set foot on the western lands to fight against the most evil infidels... But I believe that with Mosa's protection, our fearless courage and inexhaustible strength will overcome everything!"

"For Mosa!" he shouted, raising his sword, his blue cloak billowing behind him.

"For Mosa!" the soldiers shouted, their voices thundering.

"For Mosa!" The crowd in the distance echoed, some chanting religious slogans, others expressing their worship and admiration for the prince, "For His Highness Eric!"

As the shouts echoed through Southsea Town, the atmosphere of religion and war reached a new peak.

The Mossad believed that victory belonged to them.

Even from a rational perspective, this belief is entirely correct. After all, they have amassed such a large army, and are united in their hatred of the enemy, with high morale.

In contrast, the Duchy of Dibto, on the opposite side, was embroiled in internal turmoil due to the Patriarch's crimes and was preoccupied with its own problems.

Mossat couldn't even imagine the possibility of their defeat.

A few days later, in this atmosphere, Prince Eric led tens of thousands of troops westward from Southshore.

The army arrived at Levin Fortress first.

The fortress border guards, led by General Roden, gave a grand welcome to Prince Eric.

The army then set up camp there for a short rest.

During this period, through the explanations of some professional officers, the soldiers who were participating in this kind of war for the first time gradually gained a clear understanding of what they were supposed to do.

First and foremost was His Highness Eric's fundamental objective for this war—to capture the Labzat fortress.

Once they capture Labuzat Fortress, the entire Siren Valley will fall under the control of the Mossat people. Their army can then use it as a base to continue their advance into Dibto.

Even without going deeper, capturing a pagan fortress would be a tremendous victory, enough to make all Mosas proud and all Jehovah's disciples ashamed, and would also add a good resume to Prince Eric's resume.

To capture the Labuzat fortress, the first step was to eliminate some of the nearby Dibto border outposts. This was precisely the mission of the Faith Chapter's assault battalion, and due to its importance, the professional officers gave it numerous detailed explanations.

"Then let me ask you, why do we need to eliminate the border outposts first?" Jarrell asked, responding to the officer's explanation. "Can't we just attack the Labzat fortress directly?"

"Theoretically, it's possible, but it would create many additional difficulties and risks," the officer said.

"Why?" Jarrell pressed.

The officer continued to explain, "Because each border post is an important magical facility, possessing three major magical functions: the veil of insight and the aura of faith."

He paused for a moment: "And the defensive barrier."

(End of this chapter)