Price of Management

In three days, the Marquis of Great Gen regained consciousness, barely holding his torso up on the bed, and was feeding off the food in a frenzy.

“How many days are you going to starve? I'll have a sailor's skin on my back! I'm hungry no matter how much I eat. ”

The Marquis of Excellence, who pours wine into jars while eating a pile of rye bread and pork stew full of maggots without rest. Nigel sticks his tongue out for that tough meal.

On the other hand, the Marquis of Juden, who remains expressionless, waits for the Marquis of Great Gen to finish his meal.

The Marquis of Great Gen, who cleared out the plate, only then did he look into the eyes of two guests who had come to him.

“Hey! You must have worked hard while I was gone. ”

“Has the detail improved much? ”

“Ah, fortunately, nothing's been cut or broken. It may take a long time to recover from the error. He suffered a slight crack in the hole. You're lucky it didn't break. ”

Nigel's complexion pales as he says the hall is cracked. Nigel, Exporter's unmanned, understands how frightening it is to crack the Hall.

If it were not for the Marquis of Rwandan, he would have been in a situation where he had to rebuild his order from the beginning because he had lost all the power he had lost or had accumulated all his life.

“Is it really okay if it sounds serious inside? ”

“It's okay, it's okay. I've been injured like this before. At some old monster's 100th birthday party. ”

It was clear that the old monster was referring to Duke Romfel.

Hearing that, Nigel recalls a rumor he had heard before.

‘From that day on, I heard that the Marquis of Great Gen has been staying at Duke Romfel's mansion for a while, but he was injured and nursing. ’

It was amazing.

The notoriety of Duke Meutt and Marquis of Great Gen was also dazzling and respectful as Nigel. What a monster Duke Rompel was when he knocked down the Great Gen Marquis of the underworld to take care of him for a while.

“It took me about a month to recover, but this time it's not as serious as it was, so it'll heal faster. Speaking of which, I feel like a local bookie. ”

The Marquis of Great Gentiles has had his fill.

But there was no pain of defeat on his face. He didn't seem angry as he said. Perhaps I liked the battle with Duke Meutt after the victory and I learned a lot before that.

“By the way, it looks like you're not just here to ask me how I am. ”

The Marquis of Great Gen pointed out sharply. He reads facial expressions accurately, like an error master who understands many things just by looking at the opponent's actions.

“That's right.”

The Marquis of Juden quietly confessed and explained the real matter. Upon hearing the explanation, I insist that the Grand Marquis of Great Ghen.

“Fall back.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Duke Meutt will surely retreat to see things through. I knew it when I fought.”

“If you insist, I'll take action based on your opinion. We plan to ambush the Star Guard at the anticipated enemy retreat. What do you think? ”

“That's good. While I'm restoring myself, I'll leave you in charge. You're on your own. ”

Fortunately, the great gen gave his command to the late Jurden. A general commander who values control over his own troops would never be able to do it. But the Marquis of Great Gen was no ordinary soldier.

“Thank you.”

The Marquis of Juden asks how the Marquis of Great Gen is doing, and then leaves the barracks with Nigel.

“Nigel.”

“Yes, Father. ”

“Do you remember the path we took before? ”

“Yes.”

He said he passed 70,000 troops by a passageway in the mountains, avoiding Duke Meutt's eyes, in order to defeat the Kingdom of Leaden. Nigel couldn't have remembered.

“Lead the 20,000 cavalry through the breach to defend the area that is expected to be the enemy's retreat. If you see an enemy retreating, don't ever send it completely. ”

“Yes!”

“You have to move to avoid being caught in the enemy's eyes. ”

“I will leave in secret through the night. ”

In Nigel's reply, the Marquis of Juden nods satisfactorily.

Well, that would be a shame for the Horn Empire.

I had the Temple of Knights under my watchful eye with shared senses.

I examined the entire battlefield and restored the soldiers' stamina, sometimes disguising the dungeons that the Horn Empire had worked hard to dig and collapsed. It was refreshing and fun to be able to wage a war while lying around in bed lazily. As expected, I'm a very spiritual person.

Anyway, I can see every move of the Horn Empire with a little focus on my mind.

I couldn't have known that 20,000 horsemen of the Horn Empire were sneaking out at night.

I wake up Campbell's cock at night, sniffing wine and noticing the enemy's suspicious movements.

Chamberlain looks surprised.

“They know we're retreating. They're blocking our retreat. ”

“Duke Meutt has already fled far away, so we have no fear of being caught by the enemy, but the problem is us. ”

“That's right. 20,000 horsemen is hard to pursue. We'll have to break through the retreat with a full breach. ”

“Hnng... ”

I had a headache.

The entire force of Duke Meutt is less than 20,000. We don't know if we can break through 20,000 cavalry and escape.

Of course, there are a lot of Duke Meutt's disciples, including the Bird of Campbell, but the opponent will be harassed with enough quick maneuvers unique to the cavalry.

If the enemy commander was capable, he would have chosen to attack, fall, and devour troops without choosing a frontal battle. Among the Horn Empire cavalry, the proportion of nomadic warriors is quite high, so you will be good at such swift feet tactics.

You'd better not expect an enemy commander to be incompetent since he's in the Horn Empire.

Emperor Kars doesn't need to say anything, and the late Jurden will be excellent at deciding who to leave with. And the son of the late Juden, who opened the book with John, will be there.

Oh, I see.

On second thought, it was very likely that the commander leading the 20,000 cavalry was Nigel Jurden. He is in charge of the Cavalry, and the late Judean Marquis' trust is high as he is his biological son.

Then it's even more troubling.

Nigel Jurden, who I heard from John Spain, was a considerable commander even at a young age. I am sensitive and judgmental.

We are increasingly worried that the young Campbell will be able to retreat safely from Nigel, who leads the 20,000 swift cavalry.

“I'll help you stop the pursuit. ”

“Yes? But I recall you didn't have time to waste at Temple of Knights until we had already retreated. No matter how heavy the spirit of the Chancellor is... ”

I shaken my head and stopped him.

“I can assure you there is no problem. But now you have to. ”

“…… I see. But fortunately, knowing in advance that only 20,000 enemy mounted troops have moved is a huge harvest. Before we retreat, we will release our scouts in advance to monitor the enemy cavalry's movements and find an optimal retreat route. ”

“Careful. I'm guessing Nigel Jurden is the leader of the 20,000. ”

“You mean the son of the late Juden? ”

“Yes. A very capable commander. ”

“I'll keep that in mind. There is no idleness in our dictionary. ”

The situation was getting more difficult, but Campbell's attitude of knowing exactly what he was supposed to do without being embarrassed made me feel relieved.

When a crisis originally occurs, the public follows an instinctively calm person. In that sense, Chamberlain was qualified as a leader.

Duke Meutt really raised his disciples well.

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