Faced with the young emperor's question, most of the military officers hesitated, as though weighing the gains and losses.
After all, aside from the enemy's claimed army of a million, the most important thing was... the battlefield was in the frigid north. Given the Imperial Army's habits, how much of their combat strength would remain once they got there?
Although Honest called the border soldiers who had previously been defeated weak troops, everyone knew perfectly well that the veterans who had fought in the northern lands for years were the true elite.
Moreover, unlike the other pampered armies, the troops stationed along the northern border had long since grown accustomed to the local climate.
None of the military officers present were fools. They had all more or less encountered the Empire's corruption and darkness firsthand. Under normal circumstances, the Imperial Army might not even be able to defeat the northern tribes. And now they were supposed to face an enemy army of a million...
Wasn't that suicide?
After waiting a long time without anyone volunteering, the young emperor could not help feeling disappointed. In the ideas Honest had instilled in him, weren't mere tribesmen supposed to be easily captured? This was a little different from what he had imagined.
After thinking for a moment, his gaze turned to the imposing man at the front. "General Budo, would you be willing to represent the Empire's greatest fighting strength..."
"Your Majesty, that will not do. General Budo must protect the Empire's interior. If he goes on campaign, those petty villains hiding within the Imperial Capital may very well cause trouble."
Before General Budo could answer, Honest spoke up directly. His words left the young emperor somewhat helpless, but he could only nod. Thinking about it carefully, the minister was indeed right.
Budo