Win-Win

Forward! Forward!

Masses of soldiers surged ahead, their ranks stretched into a long serpent.

The war progressed slowly but steadily. The Great Xia Expeditionary Army kept advancing, and even its manpower was beginning to fall short.

Large numbers of rear-echelon Militia Groups were pushed into the occupied territories to reap the fruits of victory.

Vast tracts of cultivated land, well-equipped mines, and huge numbers of slaves—these were all wealth.

Compared to the hardship of building from nothing, plunder was faster and more profitable.

The fruits of victory rekindled the memories of the people of Great Xia.

A wave of migration swept through the colonies. Militia Groups went to take over cheap assets. This was a new round of wealth creation, and it was also a hallmark of the era.

Good's Trading Company also organized a large contingent. As Baronets of the Empire, they possessed more privileges than ordinary gentlemen.

In truth, Olyck had been waiting for this day for a long time. Especially after reading Hubble's heroic tale in the newspapers, he felt utterly miserable.

However, Good, who had returned from the homeland long ago, personally kept his younger brother in check and refused to let him do anything rash.

"Stop looking. The front has already pushed into the heartland of the New Divine United Kingdom. There are no resistance forces left here," Good said as he watched his brother crane his neck.

Olyck was deeply disappointed. He had dearly wanted to charge into battle and show off his prowess.

"Brother, I want to join the Militia Group. Just let me go. Look, Hubble is already a regular army Legion Commander."

Olyck was miserable. His brother had risen to great heights, and it made him feel awful.

Good also envied Hubble's opportunity, but he still rejected his brother's proposal.

"No.