The internal political struggle in the Black Forest Kingdom did not affect the war at the front.
Spurred on by continual victories, the allied soldiers fighting a winning battle displayed combat strength in no way inferior to that of elite troops.
In just one week, they completed the encirclement and suppression of the remnants of the Magic Crocodile army, beheading a total of more than 350,000 enemy troops.
"Pass down the order: stop pursuing the remaining enemy.
The entire army will rest for two days before heading to a new battlefield!"
It was not that Hudson did not want to expand the results of the battle. After a week of fleeing, the surviving Magic Crocodiles had simply scattered too widely.
Continuing the pursuit was not particularly cost-effective.
Rather than wasting time here, it was better to hurry to the next battlefield and eliminate the other invading Underworld Races.
As long as the scattered Magic Crocodile remnants did not gather together, they would not amount to much. The local nobles could deal with them.
"Marshal, who is our next target?"
Marquis Simoni asked eagerly.
As the Black Forest Kingdom's representative in the military, he was more anxious than anyone else to end the war.
For the sake of the bigger picture, the Black Forest Kingdom government's financial crisis was no secret among the upper ranks.
If the war continued, a fiscal collapse would only be a matter of time. When that happened, shareholders like them would have no choice but to find ways to save themselves.
It would be fine if they could reach an internal agreement. Otherwise, they could only tear everything down and start over, building a new system.
As someone with vested interests, he naturally did not want to overturn the table and gamble on an uncertain future.