MTL - The King-Chapter 30 snail is moving

  Chapter 30 The snail is moving forward

   "Good one didn't suffer!

  The army that the holy religion spent a lot of money on was supposed to be used to conquer the world, but you lost all of it.

  Even the horn of the blood moon was exposed in advance, and it is still boasting here—isn’t it a disadvantage?

  High Priest, what is a disadvantage in your eyes?

   Would it be considered a disadvantage if the enemy came over and wiped out all of us?

   Or rather..."

   Before Iman could finish speaking, the masked man waved his hand to stop him and said, "Okay, let's stop here. I believe the high priest made an unintentional mistake this time, but it's best not to make a similar mistake again.

  Compared to the nobles who have ruled this land for countless years, my Skull and Bones family background is too thin to withstand such a toss.

  Everyone gathered together from all over the world, in order to overthrow the rule of the nobles, and stand under the sun from then on, without the need for future generations to live like mice.

   Now is the chance. The enemy has given up the advantageous city, and wants to fight us in the wild. As long as we defeat this coalition of nobles, the southeast province will be ours.

   Taking over the southeast province will definitely shake the Alpha Kingdom, and people with lofty ideals who have suffered from nobles in the world for a long time will definitely respond.

  Based on the Alpha Kingdom, a wave of counterattacks across the entire continent was detonated, just like three hundred years ago, sweeping the entire continent.

  Victory will belong to us! "

   "Victory will be ours!"

   "Victory will be ours!"

  …

  As if they had been injected with chicken blood, everyone shouted after the masked man. It can be seen that this is a recognition from the heart.

  Although the instigation words of the mysterious "Holy Master" are logically nonsensical and unconvincing at all, but with the blessing of magic, everything is possible.

   After all, it is a cult organization that cannot be put on the stage. No matter how glamorous the packaging is in words, it cannot change its evil core.

  After boosting morale, the skeleton will directly turn into a weapon of war and start to work.

  The first wave of devout believers all went to the battlefield as cannon fodder, and the ensuing conscription work naturally did not go smoothly.

   But this is not a problem for Skull and Bones, if you don't want to join the army, you can catch the young men. Anyway, when entering the army, a bowl of "courage potion" is first poured in, and then some mental brainwashing is carried out, and brave and fearless soldiers are released.

  Everything has two sides. This kind of artificially ripened "warrior" usually has a severe IQ drop, and the more bloodthirsty, the more brainless.

   It doesn’t matter if you use it as a consumable, but it is impossible to train a real elite.

  …

  Looking at the chaotic team, Earl Pierce, who just yelled at Fang Qiu, had a gloomy and terrifying expression.

  Although I knew that the coalition forces of nobles were good and bad, I didn't expect it to be so bad. It was only the first day of departure, and the serf soldiers below fell into chaos.

   As we all know, the speed of an army's march is determined not by the upper limit of the army, but by the lower limit of the army.

  In general, the larger the number of soldiers and the more pig teammates in them, the slower the marching speed. On the contrary, a small force is more efficient.

  On the first day of departure, there was a farce where soldiers wandered around and couldn't find their homes. Seeing a group of noble lords looking around for his soldiers, Earl Pierce was very angry.

  What is so precious about the speed of soldiers, everything has become a joke at this moment. Not only did the first four armies fall into chaos, but the Fifth Army, which was escorting food and grass, even dragged its feet to the extreme.

   No matter how far the troops in front ran, the Fifth Army only advanced more than 20 miles anyway. This is the result of Earl Pierce's constant urging, otherwise it will be even slower.

   Hudson, who fell at the end of the team, has the most say in this regard. It's really not him doing things, it's tens of thousands of troops marching, it's a long dragon.

   Optimistically estimate: Based on the calculation of four people in a row, with a distance of one meter between the front and the back, the queue of 20,000 troops will be as long as ten miles.

   Hudson doesn't know exactly how many troops the coalition forces have. Anyway, more than three hours after receiving the military order to set off, his tenth regiment took the step forward.

  Because of the lack of livestock, the soldiers had to visit civilian husbands and push the grain trucks forward.

   Letting the serf soldiers push the carts is a professional match, but the efficiency can't be expected.

  There was a three-hour delay in front, and after deducting two or three hours of rest, burying pots and cooking, and setting up camp, the actual march was only five or six hours.

  Under such circumstances, the Fifth Army has done its best to ensure that it can travel twenty miles a day.

  It's a pity that no one can see this credit. The Earl Pierce, who was furious, ignored everyone's hard work and marched all day, and held a regiment-level enlarged military meeting overnight.

   Surrounded by a bonfire, with the flickering light of the flames, Hudson could vaguely see Earl Pierce's gloomy face.

   "Your Excellency, the slow marching speed is mainly due to the drag of the Fifth Army. If it is not limited by the supplies, we can travel fifty miles a day."

   It was Viscount Oran, the commander of the Second Army, who was bragging.

   If there were no serf soldiers, Hudson would not be surprised even if he traveled hundreds of miles a day. But with these guys dragging you down, traveling fifty miles a day is simply a joke.

   It's not that he hasn't tried it before. On the way here, he once challenged to travel 60 miles a day, so it's worth not mentioning the result.

  It can only prove that the old ancestor's book of war makes sense-"A hundred miles away will benefit the general, and fifty miles away will make the army halfway."

  If you really force the troops to travel fifty miles a day, they will cry when they encounter rebels. Soldiers who are exhausted will tell them with practical actions what it means to be extremely bad.

   "Your Excellency, it's not that our Fifth Army doesn't work hard, it's because the roads are too tortuous and there are not enough animals to pull carts, so we can only rely on manpower, and we can't get up as fast as we want!

   What's more, today is the first day of action, and our departure time is three hours late. To be able to travel twenty miles a day, everyone has worked very hard.

  If you still have spare capacity, I suggest distributing the baggage to each regiment to share the logistics and transportation pressure. I think the speed will increase a lot. "

   Cheers Knight bit the bullet and explained.

  In any case, the Fifth Army cannot bear the blame for delaying the marching speed.

  The first four armies went into battle lightly, and the fifth army moved forward with heavy loads. Asking everyone to march at the same speed is clearly playing hooligans.

   "Knight Cheers, it seems that your military literacy needs to be improved! You can figure out the distribution of supplies, don't you know that the main force must ensure physical strength to meet the enemy at any time?"

  Third Army Chief Chris taunted.

  It is one thing to shirk responsibility and blame the blame, but it is another thing to take over the drudgery of logistics and transportation.

  My family knows their own affairs, and even normal marching can cause trouble. If the pressure of the luggage is increased, the scene is unimaginable.

  (end of this chapter)