Chapter 213 (1/2)

Just as Luke had predicted, the enemy began to hunt them until the borders of the Konrad territory. The day wasn’t far away, and a small number of troops had carried out day raids or night raids.

However, the attacks weren’t severe enough for the subordinates to suffer.

The only problem was that the sudden surprise attacks were slowing down their advancing forces and making the soldiers tired.

In addition, the soldiers who didn’t get to fight in the raids were accumulating restlessness, and their morale was falling down.

Among them, the 1st squadron was the most tired. It was because the enemy’s concentration of attack was at the forefront of the army.

Marquis Valentino, the chief commander of the Anti-Revolutionary Army, changed the positions of the 1st squadron with that of the 4th squadron which was at the rear.

Count Marcus, who had been transferred the mission of the 1st squadron, was leading his unit in the front.

‘Is this going to be my chance to establish merit?’

Thinking of the upcoming opportunity, he quickly ordered his unit to close the border.

He wanted to flatten out the proud noses of the other generals who ignored them.

But unfortunately, no enemy had appeared.

As soon as duties were changed, the 4th squadron wasn’t being attacked.

Marcus, who had a lot of expectations was grunting to himself.

‘Tch, cowards!’

Three days later, the Anti-Revolutionary army had arrived at an open field.

“Wah, there is a farmland over there!”

“All through the north, south, east and west, we only see the yellow and small hills!”

The knights who saw the Meltlin Plain, the largest granary of the Holy Arthenia Empire, burst out.

The Baroque Empire too had many granary areas, but none of them were as fertile and as spacious as Meltlin Plains.

Meltlin plains were so fertile and blessed that they accounted for about half the total production of food for the Holy Empire.

The emergence of the Meltlin Plains meant that the next stop was going to be Duke Perrierd.

“If we go a little further, a huge town will come. For tonight, we will rest there, so advance!”

At the command, all the soldiers moved fast.

The 4th squadron marched in the front and began to move quickly.

Have they gone longer?

As they had passed several hilly regions, Luke stared at Count Marcus with a serious expression.

“Count.”

“What is it, captain Lev?”

Count Marcus who was talking with the staff, looked over at Luke.

Although Marcus had failed to get Luke under him right away, he continued to treat him well.

So, without being restrained by the knights, Luke was able to meet with the Count right away.

Luke pointed to a hill.

“There is a possibility that the enemy is right behind there. I think we need to search the place thoroughly and then pass.”

At those words, the nobles next to the Count looked at Luke feeling ridiculed.

“What are you talking about? The scouts have already looked over. How many can be hidden behind such a small hill?! There is no time to waste! We need to get to the village by night, and it was the command!”

As the march had slowed down, the commands had been given to speed it up.

And there could be a rebuke for spending time in scrutinizing the hills.

But Luke didn’t back away from the argument.

“What would you do if a surprise attack comes from there?”

“What did you say? How dare a mercenary commander to speak like…!”

When the two men broke into an argument, Count Marcus looked flustered.

Luke and the Red Wolf mercenary were the kind of talent that he would definitely want to recruit.

However, the noble, who rebelled against Luke’s opinion, had military experience.

“We need to search, sire!”

“No, it can’t be done, if there is no ambush, the Commander General will discipline us for wasting time.”

Count Marcus wasn’t interfering, but he was feeling a lot of mixed feelings at that moment.

The 2nd squadron commander who was right behind the 4th squadron approached them.

“Marcus, what are you doing without moving? Are you picking up gold or banging some bitch?”

At the words of Maxim, the commander of 2nd squadron, Marcus frowned.

Maxim was a paladin and was currently a coordinator of the paladin knights of the Marius faction, a rival of Count Marcus.

So naturally, they didn’t harbor a good relationship, and at the frowned face of Count Marcus, opened his mouth.

“It isn’t like that, there might be an ambush up ahead, so we are discussing it over with the subordinates.”