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"Good thing you didn't suffer any loss!

The army that the Holy Religion spent a lot of money to build was supposed to be used to conquer the world, but in the end, you lost all of it.

Even the Blood Moon Horn was exposed in advance, and yet it's still here talking shamelessly - haven't you suffered any loss?

High Priest, what is considered a loss in your eyes?

Do we have to have the enemy come over and wipe out all of us to be considered a loser?

Or..."

Before Iman could finish speaking, the masked man waved his hand to stop him and said, "Okay, let's stop this matter. I believe that the high priest made an unintentional mistake this time, but it is best not to make a similar mistake again.

Compared with the nobles who have ruled this land for countless years, my Skull and Bones family is too thin to withstand such hardships.

Everyone gathered from all over the world to overthrow the rule of the nobles and stand under the sun from now on, so that future generations would not have to live like mice.

Now is your chance. The enemy has given up the advantageous city and wants to fight us in the wild. As long as we defeat this coalition of nobles, the southeastern province will be ours.

If we capture the southeastern province, the Alpha Kingdom will definitely be shaken, and the people with lofty ideals who have been suffering from nobles in the world for a long time will definitely respond in large numbers.

Based on the Alpha Kingdom, a counterattack wave swept across the entire continent, just like three hundred years ago.

Victory will definitely belong to us! "

"Victory will definitely belong to us!"

"Victory will definitely belong to us!"

…

As if given a shot of chicken blood, everyone shouted along with the masked man. It can be seen that this is recognition from the heart.

Although the words of encouragement from the mysterious "Holy Lord" are logically nonsense and unconvincing at all, with the blessing of magic, everything is possible.

After all, it is a cult organization that cannot be put on the stage. No matter how glamorous it is in its words, it cannot change its evil core.

After boosting morale, the Skull and Bones Society directly transformed into a weapon of war and began to operate.

The first wave of devout believers went to the battlefield and became cannon fodder, so the subsequent recruitment process naturally did not go smoothly.

But this is not a problem for the Skull and Bones Society. If you don't want to join the army, then you can recruit strong men. Anyway, when you enter the army, you first pour a bowl of "Courage Potion", and then undergo some mental brainwashing, and brave and fearless soldiers will be born.

Everything has two sides. This kind of artificially ripened "warrior" usually has a very low IQ, and the more bloodthirsty he is, the less brainless he becomes.

It doesn't matter if they are used as consumables, but it is impossible to become a true elite.

…

Looking at the chaotic team, Earl Pierce, who had just scolded Fang Qiu, had a terrifyingly gloomy expression.

Although I knew that the noble coalition was a mixed bag of good and bad, I didn't expect it to be so bad. It was only the first day of departure, and the serf soldiers below fell into chaos.

As we all know, the speed of an army's march is determined not by the upper limit of the army, but by the lower limit of the army.

Generally speaking, the larger the number of soldiers and the more pig teammates there are, the slower the marching speed will be. On the contrary, it is a small force, which is more efficient.

On the first day of departure, there was a farce of soldiers visiting the house randomly and unable to find their home. Seeing all the noble lords looking for their soldiers, Count Pierce was very angry.

Why soldiers are so valuable and so fast, everything became a joke at this moment. Not only were the four armies in front of them in chaos, but the fifth army escorting the grain and grass transportation went to extreme lengths to hold back the enemy.

No matter how far the troops in front ran, the Fifth Army only advanced more than twenty miles. This is the result of Earl Pierce constantly sending people to urge, otherwise it would be even slower.

Hudson, who is at the bottom of the team, has the most say in this regard. It was really not him who caused the trouble. It was actually an army of tens of thousands marching, which was originally a long queue.

An optimistic estimate: assuming four people in a row and one meter apart, the queue of 20,000 troops would be ten miles long.

Hudson didn't know exactly how many troops the coalition had. Anyway, more than three hours after receiving the military order to set off, his tenth regiment took a step forward.

Because of the shortage of livestock, the soldiers had to visit civilians and push grain trucks forward.

Letting the serf soldiers push the cart may be professional, but efficiency cannot be expected.

There was a delay of three hours, and after deducting another two or three hours for resting, making food, and setting up camp, the actual march was only five or six hours.

Under such circumstances, everyone in the Fifth Army did their best to ensure that they could march twenty miles a day.

It's a pity that no one can see this credit. The furious Earl Pierce ignored everyone's hard work and marched all day, and held an expanded military meeting at the regimental level overnight.

Surrounded by a bonfire, with the flickering light of the fire, Hudson could vaguely see the gloomy face of Earl Pierce.

"Your Excellency, the slow marching speed is mainly due to the drag of the Fifth Army. If it were not limited by the baggage supplies, we would be able to travel fifty miles a day."

The one who started bragging was Viscount Oran, the commander of the Second Army.

If there were no serf soldiers, even if he traveled hundreds of miles a day, Hudson would not be surprised. But with these guys dragging us down, traveling fifty miles a day is simply a joke.

It's not like he hasn't tried it before. On the way here, he once challenged himself to walk sixty miles a day, so let's not mention the result.

This can only prove that what the ancestors said in the military book makes sense - "The one who can make a profit at a hundred miles can defeat the general, and the one who can make a profit at fifty miles can reach half the army."

If we really force the troops to march fifty miles a day and encounter rebels, then weep. Exhausted soldiers will show them through practical actions what ultimate ruin is.

“Your Excellency, it’s not that our Fifth Army is not working hard, it’s that the roads are too winding and there are not enough animals to pull the carts, so we can only rely on manpower, and we can’t go faster even if we want to!

What's more, today is the first day of action, and our departure time is still three hours late. We have worked very hard to be able to travel twenty miles a day.

If everyone still has some spare energy, I suggest distributing the baggage to each group to share the logistics and transportation pressure. I think the speed will be improved a lot. "

The Chelsea knight explained bravely.

In any case, the Fifth Army cannot bear the blame for delaying the march.

The first four armies went into battle lightly, and the fifth army moved forward with a heavy load. If you then ask everyone to march at the same speed, you are obviously being a hooligan.

"Knight of Chelsea, it seems that your military quality needs to be improved! You can imagine the loss in distributing baggage. Don't you know that the main force must ensure its physical strength to face the enemy at any time?"

Chris, the commander of the Third Army, mocked.

It's one thing to shirk responsibility and blame, but it's another thing to take over the drudgery of logistics and transportation.

My family knows their own affairs, and even a normal march can cause trouble. If the burden of baggage is increased, the scene will be unimaginable.