When the Two Armies Fight, the Envoys Must Be Killed

As time passed, the discussion grew more intense, and even the nobles began to murmur among themselves.

Especially those nobles who didn't come from academies were filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Glen and the others also rushed over to inquire about the situation, but Henry sent them all back.

The Count's personal guards quickly took action. Two hundred Imperial Legion infantry, two hundred infantry sergeants, and two hundred Grassland Dahrans moved out in all directions, something unimaginable just a few hundred years ago.

Ever since maritime trade brought back massive amounts of minerals and technology, the Empire's strength had been steadily increasing!

Now, even a Legion Commander's personal guard was so elite, so no one knew how terrifying the Royal Guards of the Royal Capital were.

Those soldiers who discussed the matter received an unforgettable "reward." However, while mouths could be shut, what people thought in their hearts was beyond the personal guards' ability to monitor.

By evening, this commotion came to an end.

The Count transported a large amount of food and supplies back to the Right Wing Logistics Team, gave Henry a considerable amount of compensation, and publicly declared that any act of embezzling military supplies would result in beheading!

This outcome satisfied the nobles, because they couldn't be scapegoats. Count Sebastian's actions were not proper.

The soldiers, on the other hand, were shocked and their fear of independent nobles with fiefs and private armies deepened once again.

"Philip, our men will start eating military rations from today. Claude, I'll leave the remaining serfs and thirty new recruits to you. Keep a close eye on our own things."

"Yes, Lord (Lord)."

Henry kept Claude behind, handed him a letter, and said, "This is for the King. Remember what happened today, and send it out now."

"Yes, Lord."

At the same time, in the Autongard City Hall, Count Sebastian and Glen were talking.

"Nephew, you came up with a terrible idea. He even dared to say he would cut off my head."

Glen took a sip of black tea and smiled, "You have your personal guards, you'll be fine. I suggest you write a letter to the King to avoid his displeasure."

"Of course, I've already sent it. You nobles from the academies always love to file reports."

Glen shook his head and sighed, "A young border noble with high martial skills, capable of governing the army, and unwilling to compromise.

Tsk tsk, skilled in both civil and military affairs, and handsome. I'll run into him sooner or later. I just didn't expect him to be so bold. I thought he would resist, but not like this."

Sebastian used a fork to pick up a piece of peach and instructed, "Give up your foolish idea of subduing him. Don't dig yourself into a hole. You have a better world ahead of you. There are many, many people between your fiefs. Don't think too much."

Sebastian ate the peach and praised, "Good peach, very juicy. You can build all kinds of orchards in your territory. That's also a very attractive source of income."

"We'll see. Let's grab other people's first."

The next day, the entire Autongard closed its city gates. Passing merchant caravans had to wait outside, and all the troops were mobilized, preparing to depart.

The Seventh Legion, along with groups of nobles' private armies, a total of thirty thousand troops, officially set out!

The Third and Eleventh Legions received intelligence and found many Demihuman tribal settlements, intending to force them into a frontal battle.

As for those Exiled Nobles, down-and-out nobles, and wild dog-like Mercenary Groups who took the initiative to scatter out, no one cared about them at all.

Henry suddenly lived a life of retirement, listening to Claude and his deputy report how much food and fodder was consumed today, whether anyone was taking more than their share, and other than that, there was nothing for him to do.

Boman and Fas would occasionally come to play chess with Henry, often letting Henry earn a fortune.

"Wow, if I could play chess with you every day, I could even build a forty-man Heavy Cavalry Unit."

This comfortable, laid-back life lasted for twenty days before it came to an end.

They had successfully met up with the Third and Eleventh Legions and joined the massive camp.

As far as the eye could see, there was no end in sight. Henry estimated that there were at least one hundred thousand people here. And there were also a large number of serfs and auxiliary soldiers acting as logistics, this kind of terrifying consumption for the Empire... was just a drop in the bucket.

Potatoes, pearl rice (corn), and sweet potatoes could feed more people, in order to support the upper class and the army.

"Henry, latest news, the Demihuman army has gathered and is moving in our direction. There might be a battle this afternoon. Do you want to take your private army to participate in the battle?"

"Of course, Boman. I suggest you and Fas gather your men together, otherwise you won't gain anything."

Soon, the huge camp began to operate quickly. The orders of the three Legion Commanders were constantly issued, and the soldiers began to eat lunch. The three Legion Commanders promised that if they won this battle, they would receive three months' salary as a reward and a luxurious feast.

The nobles' private armies were also arranged to participate, responsible for interspersing and reinforcing. It had to be said that the nobles' private armies were not weak in combat, but they were just small in scale.

The sun slowly moved, the temperature slowly dropped, and all the resting soldiers put on their armor, picked up their weapons, and began to gather their teams, because the Demihumans were coming.

Henry also donned his own three layers of heavy armor, equipped his horse with barded armor, and led his troops to the assembly point.

It's worth mentioning that Henry's New Recruit Squad now all have iron-clad hardwood shields, and the weapons in their hands are all excellent Imperial Patterned Iron Weapons. In addition to cotton armor, they also have iron helmets, small Heart Mirrors, bracers, and thick scarves.

The New Recruit Squad are the soldiers Henry trusts and wants to nurture the most. As long as they are equipped with enough weapons and armor, they will continue to grow.

Wooo~ Wooo~ Wooo~

The bugle calls continued to sound, and the atmosphere of war grew heavier. Henry arrived at his assembly position and saw the Demihuman army forming ranks.

Demihumans used to be incapable of formation warfare, but after fighting humans for a long time, they have also learned a lot.

"Centaur, Minotaur, Tiger-person, Bear-person, Goatman, Gnoll, Kobold... oh, and the cute Rabbit-person and Fox-person, it seems the enemy variety is complete this time."

Henry ignored Boman's words beside his team and instead calculated the number of Demihumans and their armor coverage.

The two sides are evenly matched, it seems to be a tough battle, a great battle enough to write poems about and record in history books.

Soon, both sides completed their deployment. A Centaur ran out holding an incomprehensible totem.

Henry took Bain's bow and arrow, rode out quickly, and shot an arrow.

An Armor-Piercing Arrow pierced the Centaur's head, it staggered, and fell to the ground, the Centaur's totem flag also falling with it.

Ah? So far? A headshot? Whose sharpshooter is this?

What happened? Everyone looked at Henry holding the bow and arrow in surprise, their minds blank.