934: Chapter 104: Strike Half of the City_2 934: Chapter 104: Strike Half of the City_2 After hearing Chancellor Hercheg’s analysis, the mood among the crowd improved considerably, followed by an air of embarrassnt.
Having finally gathered a batch of veterans, they managed to squander their fighting capacity in order to save on food expenses.
They couldn’t even object, as they were also “fools who gave up waterlons for the sake of sesa seeds.”
Once the last war ended, the Duchy imdiately assud peace had co, and let the horses graze unfettered in the southern hills.
Not only was the combat ability of the Serf Soldiers worn down, but the numbers of the Standing Army were also drastically reduced, such that they were caught off guard when the Continental war erupted.
After all, one can’t nourish the body in just a day or two.
Before being conscripted, they couldn’t even eat their fill, and after the conscription, they were just barely able to fend off hunger.
Not every Commander was as assertive as Hudson, able to secure enough at for his soldiers.
Most leaders simply didn’t care about the soldiers’ diets.
“The situation has co to this; more words are of no help.
After we get through this crisis, we will take our lessons from it!
Recently, there’s been an influx of refugees into the Duchy, let’s first arrange for soone to send them away, the relief food saved can just be used as military rations.”
George said, emotionless.
A single misstep can lead to eternal regret.
An overlooked detail has impacted the military strength of the Duchy’s Army.
It’s too late for regrets, but there are still redial asures to be taken.
If you can’t increase the source, then dam the flow.
It’s challenging to reduce other expenses, but there’s hope that the expenditure on relief for refugees can be reduced in a short amount of ti.
These were promised conditions; by sending people over sooner, not only do we show sincerity, but we also reduce food consumption.
As for incorporating refugees to bolster the nation’s population, that would be a consideration when the war is nearly won.
After all, we can’t have people resettled only to call for them to flee soon after.
…
Late at night, the bloody battle at Augustusburg continued unabated.
The only difference was the atmosphere inside the command center, which no longer felt leaden.
Among the gathered officers in the room, there were few nas Hudson could call out.
It didn’t matter that he didn’t recognize these people; it was enough that they recognized him.
A person’s reputation casts a long shadow.
As soon as Hudson took his seat, everyone’s heart settled.
With the Commander in Chief here, how far could reinforcents be?
“Everyone relax a bit and stop being so tense.
Outside, there’s only a band of outdated Ancient Remnant Allied Army, their ti has long passed.
Only by relying on the Elf Race’s support are they hoping to take advantage during our most vulnerable ti on the Northern Continent.
Don’t let the defeated soldiers affect your mood and make you believe they are formidable enemies.
In reality, they have only caught you off guard; as long as everyone keeps their morale stable, the enemy outside is not a concern.
Reinforcents are on their way.
If the enemy doesn’t cease their night attacks on the city, it’s because their ti is limited.
Put your spirits up; if you all act like this, what will the officers and soldiers below think?
This eting is over for today.
Everyone stick to your duties and perform your tasks.
Do not give the enemy any opportunity.”
Seeing Hudson’s calm deanor infused the previously fearful crowd with tranquility as if injected with a sedative.
Indeed, this is the Human Race’s era; the Ancient tribes outside the city walls are simply relics of the past.
If they were truly powerful, they would not have been suppressed by the Warhamr Kingdom for centuries.
The only problem is the ferocity of the enemy’s attacks, much stronger than the forr cannon fodder Orcs, almost catching up to the might of the Elite Orc Army.
Fortunately, the Alien Coalition Army’s strength is not as terrifying as during the Orc invasion, and the enemy commanders are trying to minimize casualties in battle; otherwise, this war would be unmanageable.
“Marshal…”
Seeing Rakel hesitate, Hudson chided with a smile:
“Spit it out, no need to be so hesitant.
This isn’t your style, Rakel.
Where’s the swagger of the arrogant young master you once were?
Don’t tell you’ve been spooked by a few Different Races.”
It wasn’t that Hudson was overstepping his rank by issuing orders imdiately upon arrival; he actually had the right to do so.
During the previous great war, he was given the title of Marshal by the Moxi Duchy, and his status was higher than anyone present.
This ti, he was invited by the Moxi Duchy to take the role of Chief Commander.
Taking over command was in accordance with protocol.
Similar cases had occurred on the Continent of Aslante before.
Hudson was unique, holding the Marshal rank in two countries, but in history, there were those who served as Marshal of all Human Kingdoms, commanding the Allied Forces in battle.
Although that was under special circumstances, the precedent provided a legal basis for him to command the Moxi Duchy Army.
Of course, all these were theoretical.
In reality, whether he could command effectively depended on personal prestige.
If the front-line officers didn’t recognize his authority, the title of Marshal would be nothing but nominal.
“Marshal…
No, it’s not that…
It’s just…
sigh…
I’ve let you down!”
Rakel stamred.
In recent years, he had not been shy about touting the heritage of Hudson.
To so extent, his current position as the beleaguered Governor was self-inflicted.
Boasting was no big deal as long as one’s achievents could back it up, and it could beco a fine anecdote in history.
Regrettably, Rakel had been dealt a poor hand, inheriting a ss.
He had no ti to tidy up before the enemy launched their attack.
“No need for that; you’ve done alright.
Looking across the entire Continent, there aren’t many who can command a Hundred Thousand Army.
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