The victory of a religion in another world is so easy?

Upon hearing this, Rand became excited. Finally, his chance to show his strength had arrived!

Such opportunities to show off are rare; it seems the other side is quite savvy.

Ellie, who had been standing behind Rand, peeked out slightly when she heard what was being said. She looked at who was so brainless before shrinking back and whispering to Rand, "Be careful."

Rand nodded, then said defiantly, "I accept your challenge!"

It wasn't a duel, but rather an acceptance of a challenge. What Rand really wanted to say was: You are the challenger.

But it didn't quite fit the scene, so I had to settle for something else, though the provocative tone was still very strong.

The three nobles immediately exchanged glances, and then a baron who looked noticeably stronger stepped forward and pointed to the open space next to them: "Where shall we compete?"

There is no turning back now. If they back down now, their story will be passed down among the nobility for the rest of their lives, and they might be ridiculed at aristocratic banquets even when they are seventy or eighty years old.

Despite the immense terror of social death, they still bravely stood up.

Chapter 81 A Huge Army (Wuhu, tomorrow is the 800-word bonus chapter, watch me rise up!)

Rand whispered to Ellie, "Is it okay to kill someone in a duel?"

“Yes, but it’s best not to now.” Ellie glanced at the burly baron, who was clearly feeling guilty.

Everything is geared towards gaining control of the legion. As long as there are no problems with the command this time, Rand will have a prominent position in the military of the Frostmoon Kingdom and will be able to secure a commander's post in every war.

In the far north, those who hold titles like Earl or Baron, and possess actual fiefdoms, are individuals with exceptional personal strength; otherwise, they simply could not survive in that cold land.

However, in the relatively warm Frostmoon Kingdom, many families no longer pass down their tradition of martial prowess.

Perhaps due to their close proximity to the long-established noble families of the southern kingdoms, many nobles of the Frostmoon Kingdom have also adopted those banquet habits, though they have retained some of their martial prowess.

This seemingly strong baron should be of decent skill, possibly even at the elite level.

Soon, surrounded by a group of minor nobles, the duel began.

The Baron drew his sword first, and the style of his sword was exactly the same as Olena's.

The Swift Sword has an unparalleled advantage over traditional longswords, two-handed swords, and greatswords, because piercing wounds are obviously much more deadly than slashing wounds.

Therefore, in situations like duels, the swift sword can almost completely overwhelm all other short-handled weapons.

This only applies to short-range weapons. If you have a long spear, then the opponent will have no choice but to surrender.

Rand really wanted to use Blessing 2 to perform a public display of arousal, but since someone here might be carrying Torch Church ritual implements, he had no choice but to give up on the idea.

To onlookers, it might seem fast, but Rand was enhanced by Blessing 1, and the combat skills he learned from were all masters of their respective professions.

He simply dodged it, then held the longsword to the baron's neck.

Many people present had guessed that Rand might have some ability, but they hadn't expected such a swift outcome.

However, the commander's bravery relieved them. In this era, if the commander was a weakling who only knew how to give orders, he would obviously not be able to win people's respect.

This provocation from these nobles actually gave Rand a chance to prove himself.

“In wartime, provoking a commander is, by all accounts, a capital offense,” Rand said with a smile. “But coincidentally, I need a vanguard force to scout ahead. What do you think, sir?”

Rand understood Ellie's meaning perfectly. To these nobles, he was not yet one of them. Killing the baron directly would likely provoke a backlash, but not killing him would undermine his authority.

Therefore, he chose a compromise.

Charge ahead at the front and risk your life to try and redeem yourself. This will prove your bravery, and bravery is the glory of a nobleman, isn't it?

……

Rand was already starting to lose interest in the job.

If the almost untrained magical steel soldiers who faced Baron Lakesource for the first time were a motley crew, then...

So, Tanl leading the Abundant Mercenary Group would be like a hopeless case against the Green Leaf Marquis's combined mercenary group.

If you had to find an adjective to describe the infantry regiments of the 5th Army Corps, you could only use "a lump" to describe them.

Not only did the vast majority of people have only two or three pieces of clothing and were shivering, but their weapons were also old and outdated, some even using wooden weapons such as wooden sticks or guns.

Honestly, it's quite remarkable that they were able to gather such a large group of people together. They're a dense, dark mass, and these people probably don't even know which noble family recruited them. They probably won't even know where to go home after the war.

A group of consumables, when gathered together, don't seem to be as effective as when separated.

Rand even thought that if these people were to gather together, they might not be able to defeat the small force of 260 men in the hideout, because if they were gathered together, they wouldn't even know which direction the enemy was coming from.

Is it too late to pretend to have been defeated by some baron and then ask Earl Blackbrown to replace the commander? This army seems like it could collapse at any moment.

outrageous.

After Rand defeated those provocative nobles in a fight, some other nobles who thought they were very capable tried to challenge Rand.

Then they were all severely punished by Rand, who showed them the true meaning of life and the challenges ahead. After assigning them all to teams that were nominally the vanguard but were actually the vanguard, Rand gave them a good thrashing.

No one dared to directly offend his authority as commander.

Some people have even taken sides, such as the River Baron in the southwest of Crescent Moon Territory. He had previously traded with Crescent Moon Territory and even bought its specialties, such as fruit juice tea bags.

He was also a vassal of Earl Blackbrown and was now in the 5th Legion. He had not participated in the provocation or watched before, but now that Rand had dealt with the trouble, he came to join him immediately.

But this does not resolve the fact that the Fifth Army is a fragile, easily destroyed polymer.

"Have you ever fought in a legion war before?" Rand sat in the military tent. These 6000 men didn't have any military camps or anything. After being assigned to a place, they just stayed there to freeze. Rand had already urgently arranged for people to find them a place that could barely block the wind.

Baron River was a blond man with blond hair and blue eyes. He looked somewhat like Baron Lake and was quite handsome. When he heard Rand's question, he nodded and said, "I participated in the garrisoning of the North before."

"Is the garrisoned army like this too?" Rand said speechlessly. It seems that those orcs and trolls are really no good. They can't even break through with such an army.

Baron Heyuan nodded and said, "Yes, but most of the infantry stay in the castle and only need to shoot arrows or throw stones."

In other words, there are probably not many people in the entire Frostmoon Kingdom who have experience in large-scale field battles.

From this perspective, the Greenleaf Marquis commander who fought with Tanl that time was already quite skilled in military affairs. He was able to command so many people as if they were his own arms and fight Tanl to a standstill.

I guess that person is now facing the same predicament as Rand.

After Baron Kawai left, Rand asked Ellie, "Is the White Country like this too?"

Ellie blinked. She wasn't worried at all. In her eyes, Rand could always handle all the trouble. In her world, Rand was probably the second most capable person after her sister.

She said playfully, "The White Kingdom only has knights and has long abandoned conscripts, a worthless type of soldier."

What to do? Rand finally understood why the Earl of the Stag wanted to stay in the cavalry with the Earl of the Black Brown, instead of choosing command of the infantry.

Commanding infantry is a thankless and exhausting task, a pure grudge-mongering job.

Just as Rand was frowning with worry about how to command these polymer legions whose soldiers didn't know their generals and whose generals didn't know their soldiers, the Cult of the God of Struggle was already preparing to take action.

The Fourth Prince's intelligence network was quite efficient; at least the news that the Second and Third Princes were about to fight reached the ears of the members of the God of Struggle's sect.

The cult of the God of Struggle reveres all conflict, which certainly includes not only large-scale military conflicts, but also small-scale conflicts between villages.

Once these armies set out, the territories of these nobles will inevitably be left undefended. This will be their opportunity to instigate internal strife. Wouldn't it be quite interesting if these nobles found out that all the people in their territories had died in the conflict after the war?

Chapter 82 Military Governance, Toys and Elves

The army quickly set off. In the minds of both the Second Prince's faction and the Third Prince's faction, this civil war would be over by the end of the winter, otherwise it would affect the wheat harvest in the spring and thus their income.

In the Frostmoon Kingdom, winter wheat and spring wheat are basically intercropped. Winter wheat is harvested in spring, while spring wheat is harvested in winter.

In the colder, more northern kingdoms, the crops were mostly spring wheat, or even oats and rye.

In fact, if it weren't for the relentless attacks from the northern orcs and trolls that kept the Northern Alliance busy, they would have long ago led their army south to seize the lands of those complacent nobles who were indulging in their rich soil.

Now, instead, they've been attacked by the Southern Kingdom. In fact, the people of the Northern Alliance are all holding back their anger, but they don't have the opportunity to retaliate for the time being, so they can only suppress it.

But if you keep holding your breath, you'll only get angrier the more you think about it.

However, for the Frostmoon Kingdom at this time, the priority is to end the civil war as soon as possible.

The Fifth Army Corps also set off for the front lines with the main force, but they set up camp again shortly after noon.

Rand began to categorize the Fifth Army's troops. Nearly half of them were unable to fight and were classified by Rand as logistics troops, numbering nearly 3000. Their task was to transport supplies during marches.

When the battle begins, go be cannon fodder, wear down the enemy's weapons with your bones, and consume their catapults and arrows with your flesh and blood.

However, Rand is not a completely cold-blooded person. As long as they can survive the three waves of attacks, these people will be given a rest period. They can choose to join the combat troops or stay in the back and do nothing.

The other 2500 men were assigned to the front-line combat units. These were either militiamen who had received some training or mercenaries with relatively good weapons and equipment. They were responsible for the cannon fodder charge and then the front-line battle.

There were 500 more men, which would be the elite troops. Rand had placed some of the more troublesome mercenaries, as well as the nobles who had challenged him, here.

In fact, normally speaking, if a nobleman commanding an army deliberately places someone in a place to die, it is very easy for something bad to happen.

But since they provoked us first, and Rand spared their lives during the duel, and it wasn't a blatant suicide mission, there's nothing to criticize.

In a sense, it can be considered merciful.

Moreover, it seems that Rand can't be defeated anytime soon, and quite a few shameless nobles have started to curry favor with him. After all, on the battlefield, whether you can survive often depends on whether your superior is willing to take care of you.

Rand didn't care. As long as they didn't cause trouble, he would accept anyone who came to take his side. After all, if too many nobles died in the infantry, it would affect his reputation.

The 5th Army Corps was the last to set off; the 1st Army Corps had been on the road for several days and was estimated to be not far from the front lines.

Moreover, the 5th Army infantry moved slowly, constantly stopping and starting under Rand's command, making adjustments and maintaining order.

Of the 260 men Rand originally intended to be his personal guards, only 50 were kept as magical steel armor soldiers. The rest were dispersed throughout the legion, serving as junior officers.

The people in the hideout had at least received military training and could understand basic commands. Tanl was assigned by Rand to the front-line combat force as a commander.

Rand, on the other hand, took the lead in directing the overall operation.

Now, all he needs to do is let these people know the basic instructions. He doesn't believe that the infantry sent by the Third Prince can be much stronger than his 5th Legion's infantry. It's just a matter of who's worse. As long as they're slightly better, they shouldn't lose too badly in a battle of equal scale.

It's even possible to win.

The cavalry unit has now been taken away by Earl Blackbrown, and Rand doesn't know what mission they're going to carry out. However, Rand also has his own agenda. He has arranged for people to train the warhorses he bought from Ellie and Olena, and now he has a small scout unit.

Although it doesn't have much effect, it's not like we're completely clueless about our surroundings.

After finishing all military affairs, Rand felt the familiar feeling of being a beast of burden, just like when he was doing his graduation project in his previous life.

By the time they returned to their tents, it was already night.

Elsa was sent to scout the area. Ellie and Olena had their own tents. Ellie was probably asleep, but Olena appeared at Rand's tent.

In reality, even after the disguise, Olena was just average-looking, and she removed many of the body-shaping materials because she needed to sleep.

"Is there something you need?" Rand rubbed his face. "If it's not particularly urgent military business, let's talk about it tomorrow."