Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

And Gorin Varus goes without saying—he was the one who was sitting comfortably in the commander's position when Shuoyue kicked him off.

Even so, he didn't actually feel much resentment, because he was standing on the city wall and had witnessed Shuoyue defeating a thousand cavalry with only a few hundred guards.

Although deceit and treachery are inevitable in human relationships, in the military, generals with both literary and military talents are always respected.

But what can you do when his backside is on the side of the Senate?

While Nero was surrounded, the elders of the Senate had already prepared a puppet emperor to take her place. Even if the empress escaped and wanted to enter the city to defend it, Gorin Varus would deliberately slow down the opening of the gates, giving the allied forces more opportunities.

Who would have thought that a young man would fall from the sky and become a famous general who could defeat a large number of enemies with a small force?

Just as the god Romulus wanted to punish this treacherous person, not long after Nero welcomed the new moon, he was demoted one rank and became the white-haired youth's deputy.

You have to understand, the Senate secretly spent countless resources and did countless dirty deeds in order for him to become commander-in-chief, and in the end, all of this was ruined because of some inexplicable guy!

Upon learning this news, the elders were naturally furious and ordered him to find an opportunity to bring down this newly appointed commander, preferably by tearing him to pieces to vent their hatred.

Left with no other choice, Göring Varus reluctantly accepted the mission, and immediately began to prepare, contacting his old subordinates and waiting for the right opportunity to act.

And sure enough, he got his chance on the very second day.

A military stronghold guarded by only 500 men and an enemy stronghold guarded by 2,000 men—the military stronghold is clearly more valuable and easier to capture.

But this new commander-in-chief chose to attack and capture enemy strongholds!

Of course, Goring Varus understood to some extent the young man's reasons for making this choice—with a little embellishment in the battle report, the achievement of defeating a 2,000-man regiment would look much better than that of 500 men. Moreover, if the problem were resolved so quickly, the general's value would not be highlighted.

They swept through the enemy like a whirlwind; the enemy was so foolish as to be wiped out in just one battle.

He won every battle, like a god of war, so that the enemy was terrified and dared not cross the line.

Which of these two battle outcomes better showcases the commander's valor and glory?

The answer is self-evident. Moreover, the reason why Gorin Varus was able to rise to power was also the result of repeatedly letting a weak tribe roam freely and then wiping it out dozens of times.

Ha... In a sense, my young superior is truly wise in disguise.

Unfortunately, his legion was not on his side.

“I know what you’re thinking, young man.” He stared at the white-haired youth and sneered, “but as a deputy general, I don’t think it’s a wise choice.”

As if wanting everyone in the camp to hear, Göring emphasized, "..."

"Do you intend to sacrifice the blood of thousands of your brothers in the legion for your own selfish desires, sir?"

Rosario, standing to the side, blushed and opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by Shuoyue's casual wave of her hand.

“I understand your thoughts, Vice General.” Since she didn’t know his name, she simply used his title instead. Shuoyue replied without much sincerity, “But I think I have an obligation to remind you that the army of the Roman Empire is not as foolish as you. There are naturally reasons why they only send five hundred men to be stationed here.”

He doesn't even consider the formidable figures who are Nero's rivals—his uncle Caligula, "Conqueror" Caesar, "Father of Rome" Romulus... These are the blood-pumping combo attacks of our ancestors. How does this guy think they wouldn't even see such a flaw?

However, Gorin Varus was so enraged by Shuoyue's natural yet contemptuous remark of "stupid" that he lost his composure. He stared intently into Shuoyue's blood-red eyes, feeling an undisguised mockery deep within them.

In the heat of the moment, he failed to notice the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood surrounding the young man, nor did he smell the barely concealed stench of blood emanating from him—no, perhaps it was precisely because such a hallucination was too overwhelming that this general, who was usually very composed, quickly lost his composure.

[Human Butcher: A+]

Throughout Chinese history, many famous generals have emerged, but only one has been called the "Butcher of Men."

Their spirit is as hard as iron, and they are not subject to mental control.

It exerts immense pressure on the army, and once it appears, it will severely damage the enemy's morale while boosting the morale of one's own troops—in a sense, it can also be considered a kind of leadership quality.

Although humans are forgetful creatures, the Avenger will never forget—he came following the shadow of the Destroyer Lords.

It was precisely because Goring Varus was a general that he was able to perceive a deeper level of fear in this scene.

Just how many people must be killed for the stench of blood and resentment to become so thick and lingering?!

What kind of determination is required to maintain human rationality in a realm of carnage where countless lives are taken?!

"Damn it! You lowly man who climbed to the top by relying on women, don't get too cocky!" Seemingly realizing his loss of composure, Gorin Varus took a deep breath and tried to calmly state his purpose.

"Since that's the case, do you dare to have a match with me?"

"A contest?" This time, Shuoyue's tone genuinely betrayed a hint of amusement.

He'd barely even started thinking about digging a pit when this guy had already ordered a coffin.

“Just what I wanted. Bring it on, my dear lieutenant.”

Hours later, the army set off, splitting into two groups the moment they stepped out of the camp.

One of the generals was a young man with a full head of white hair and bloodshot eyes. Behind him was a horizontal line of more than two thousand soldiers.

The general on the other side was naturally the former commander, Göring Varus, and behind him were the remaining troops of the legion, also around two thousand men.

Göring, clad in scale armor and a red cloak, proudly spurred his tall horse and shouted:

"The rules of the competition are as follows: each side will lead half of its soldiers to capture one of the enemy's camps. The side that is fastest and has the best-preserved forces will win! May the gods and spirits of heaven and earth bear witness to this contest!"

After finishing his speech, Goring gave Shuoyue a demonstrative look and drew his ceremonial sword from his waist: "Let's go!"

So the two thousand soldiers set off on their journey in a grand procession. Behind them, the commander with blood-red eyes watched them, as if bidding farewell to the dead who were walking on the road to the underworld.

"Have a safe journey, and don't bother seeing me off."

Chapter 243 Breaking the camp with one axe

The Ingenious Military Marching Method: A+

Blitzkrieg, flanking maneuvers, rapid infiltration, cutting off, encirclement, convergence, and a single-pronged advance... a single person can command a war of annihilation.

A ruler's word is law, and speed is of the essence in warfare. When deploying troops, one should grasp the mountains, rivers, and strategic locations, and firmly control the most important link. Only in this way can one respond to any change by remaining steadfast.

Lord Wu'an never fought a battle he couldn't win.

"Therefore, if we roll up our armor and rush about, without stopping day or night, doubling our speed and traveling at double speed, and striving for profit over a hundred miles, we can capture three generals."

As the new moon rose on horseback, he uttered this sentence thoughtfully.

“Governor, these are words from that country in the East, aren’t they?” Rosario asked.

"Ah, this is a quote from 'The Art of War' by Sun Tzu." Once she begins to command an army, Shuoyue is influenced by Lingji and unconsciously utters a quirk she is unaware of: "When I am on a march, I often like to carry Boling's bamboo slips. This sentence means that if we pack up our armor and weapons, rush the army, day and night, double the distance, and travel a hundred miles to compete with the enemy for advantage, then the commanders of the three armies will be captured at the same time."

"Therefore, when marching and fighting, one must remember to avoid exhaustion, and the army should not be rushed in its advance."

"So, what should we do, Governor?"

“Governor… Hmph, issue the order to summon all the legion commanders and centurions to see me.”

"Yes!"

Before long, reports rang out, and officers of all ranks rode up and lined up before Shuoyue.

"Gentlemen, we will now begin to formulate the battle plan. Please take this seriously."

The white-haired commander maintained a steady pace of advance, fluently reciting the pre-planned strategy. The officers following behind him went from doubt to shock to admiration, before finally saluting and departing, shouts echoing from all sections of the army.

As they walked along the main road and entered the forest path, the thousand-strong army split up. The officers, leading their divided ranks, exchanged smiles and then, trying their best not to make a sound, disappeared from each other's sight.

After the army broke up and dispersed, only a few dozen people remained by Shuoyue's side.

"Governor, the thirty-three former guardsmen, now a centurion and thirty-two cavalrymen, pledge their loyalty to you!" Rosario, a scout and centurion, saluted Shuoyue with fervent enthusiasm.

"Hmm, all of them are strong young men in their prime." Shuoyue nodded in satisfaction, his gaze sweeping over his loyal subordinates who had served under his command. "It seems I need not say more—men, march on, we will sound the horn of annihilation!"

"Yes!"

A unified response rang out, and everyone spurred their horses on, only to be astonished to find that their hooves seemed to be riding the wind, carrying them swiftly toward the enemy stronghold.

A moment later, the small village that Rosario had discovered came into view.

No, it can no longer be called a small village.

"stop."

Shuoyue raised her hand, and the light cavalry behind her stopped instantly, each hiding in the woods, their faces solemn as they gazed at the enemy camp-like location ahead.

The battalion commander's orders could be heard clearly even here. Under the commander's command, the soldiers set up tents, adjusted the length, width, and depth of the ramparts and trenches, and transported the logistical supplies to a safe place.

"As expected, it seems Rosario is very lucky. If we had been any later, we would have faced a troublesome offensive and defensive battle." The white-haired general glanced at the important facilities of the military camp and smiled easily.

Aside from some concerns about Camp One, the place Goring was going to attack, there was another reason why Shuoyue ultimately chose to attack this place—that is, when Rosario found Camp Two, what he saw was a small village where the enemy was stationed, and a patrol team that he dared not approach.

Such tight patrols mean that the enemy intends to stay permanently, not just temporarily. So why did Rosario only see an ordinary village?

The answer is clear—the enemy forces have only just arrived and haven't had time to set up camp yet.

Since they didn't have time, then we should completely deny them the chance. An unformed tumor is always easier to clean than a boil.

As for Camp One, which seemed quite easy to conquer, even though Shuoyue was using a spirit origin from China, he still wanted to say "Amen" with pity.

His army doesn't need discordant voices, as for the half of the troops that idiot took away...

I'm sorry, but this is a necessary sacrifice.

With this Servant's ability, Shuoyue never had to worry about troop strength. Using two thousand soldiers as a bargaining chip to destroy the former commander of a bluffing werewolf was, at least in Shuoyue's opinion, worth it.

"Governor, what should we do next? The longer this goes on, the worse it will be for us."

Reminded by Rosario, Shuoyue asked, "Did you receive a signal?"

“Yes, three birds have already called from the hillside,” Rosario replied.

In Shuoyue's view, the village's terrain was quite ingenious—within a few hundred meters of the village was a vast flat area, while in the distance were steep, insurmountable mountain peaks. Only a small path stretched straight into a small, wooded hill, and the dense forest acted as a natural barrier, isolating the village from the outside world.

The exit and entrance are the same, and there is only one of each, making this a strategically advantageous location that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

If Rosario hadn't happened to spot the enemy's supply convoy, he probably wouldn't have realized that the United Empire had planted a hidden pawn here.

If Shuoyue were to guard this place, he only needed to send a large number of troops to guard the only entrance and exit, and he could turn this place into a fortress that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, similar to Thermopylae.

Clearly, the enemy commander thought the same way. Although most of their manpower was diverted to build camps, small teams of several hundred men still patrolled the trails, setting up defensive structures and keeping watch for any potential enemy attacks.

Shuoyue and his soldiers were currently using the cover of the trees, only a few dozen meters away from this small group. Once they left the forest, they would be discovered immediately.

What they need to do next is lure the army out of the camp.

"Apply fire grease, mount your horses, and charge with me!" With this command, Shuoyue drew her bronze sword and charged out of the forest. Her men, naturally, did not lag behind, shouting loudly as they charged toward the enemy.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The patrol team immediately noticed Shuoyue and her group who had suddenly appeared. They shouted a warning and sent half of their forces to surround and annihilate this surprise attack. However, under the effect of the 'Divine Marching Technique', Shuoyue's group was much faster than expected. Even though the patrol team intercepted them from the side, they only managed to get a mouthful of sand and watched the enemy disappear into the distance.

The journey of nearly a kilometer was completed in an instant.

The white-haired general, a master of blitzkrieg, calmly raised his hand, and a powerful aura of bloodlust surged from behind him.