After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The teams lined up neatly and entered Guanhai Town. To facilitate management, Kate divided the Second Regiment into three battalions, each with nearly three thousand men. The six thousand Imperial Guards were also divided into two battalions, with each battalion maintaining the same number of men.

Then, one battalion each was drawn from the Second Regiment and the Imperial Guard to guard Guanhai Town. Kate reorganized the remaining troops and formed an attack force of tens of thousands.

Officers from different units gathered in the main tent, their expressions solemn, their gazes towards Commander Kate concealing different thoughts.

Kate knew that to lead a diverse team, the first battle had to be a resounding success, or the entire team would be in danger of falling apart.

Around the sand table, Kate stubbed out her cigarette and held out her baton.

The scouts had already investigated thoroughly, and the surrendered soldiers had also recognized the enemy general's identity. Even though they had personally experienced the fighting power of the Northern Army, they still couldn't help but feel worried.

There was no other reason than that the opposing commander's name was Freeman.

"General Freeman, known as the Eagle of the South, is a master strategist." Kate smiled calmly; being able to face off against a world-renowned veteran was, in a way, his good fortune.

"Although Freeman was hot-tempered, he was strict and fair in his military discipline, and his past achievements often showed his fierce ability to win in desperate situations."

"However, this type of military commander usually has a drawback: when they themselves are defeated, the combat effectiveness of the entire army will be immediately greatly reduced."

Having said all that, everyone understood the division commander's thoughts. Without a doubt, the significance of the unit down the mountain lay entirely with Freeman.

As the backbone of the army, Freeman's defeat was tantamount to the defeat of the troops.

The key issue is that General Freeman, known as the Southern Eagle, is almost a carbon copy of Federico, but one who has already achieved great success and has become a fully-fledged Federico.

Compared to Federico, who was still struggling with how to be promoted to commander, Freeman had an added touch of ruthlessness from years of holding a high position.

Why do Northern Territories always seem to find talented but unappreciated young people from Southern Territories?

Besides the fact that the Southern Territory was economically and culturally prosperous but its class system was severely solidified, there was another very important reason: some of the old guys at the top were exceptionally powerful.

After the battle plan was determined, everyone turned their attention to Miss Luna, who had an unusually serious expression.

In terms of individual combat ability, among all the officers present, only the young lady could probably hold her own against Freeman.

"Miss, Lisa, Federico, according to Freeman's fighting style, he will quickly lead his personal guards to fill the gaps in the front line when there are defensive gaps."

"You three are tasked with leading the young lady's elite cavalry to break through the enemy lines, actively seek battle, and defeat the enemy general."

Luna crossed her arms, bit her thumb, and after a brief moment of thought, nodded to indicate her agreement to the battle plan.

If the Northern army can defeat Freeman and his troops, it will have ample time to launch a surprise attack on Honeywater, 500 miles away, before the other armies in the Southern Territory can react.

At that time, the situation in the entire Southern Territory will undergo earth-shattering changes.

Kate gave Luna a appreciative look, and after explaining all the attack plans, she put away her baton.

"Very good. If I'm not mistaken, the newly arrived enemy forces will be on guard against our night attack. So let's use their strategy against them. We'll eat and rest early today, and then at five o'clock in the morning, the main force will quickly leave the city to meet them in battle!"

"Remember this: the first battle is the decisive battle; no one is allowed to withdraw from the fight!"

The officers jumped to their feet, straightened their backs, and shouted, "Yes, Commander!"

As the sun sets behind the western mountains, the dark forests fall silent.

Freeman, who had deployed a large number of patrolling soldiers to prevent a night attack, was awakened in the middle of the night. His battlefield intuition, honed by years of combat experience, allowed him to sense the lurking killing intent brewing in the air.

Lighting the oil lamp, Freeman quietly donned his armor, picked up two long swords, and left the tent.

The night breeze was cool and carried a hint of the sea.

Freeman looked around and saw that the soldiers were diligently standing guard and patrolling without the slightest slackening, while there was still no sound from the nearby mountains and forests.

One of the commanders of the Union Army was Luna from the Charles family, whom Freeman considered nothing more than a child who hadn't even reached adulthood yet.

Another man named Kate was also an unknown nobody.

Duke Oswald, though a great man, ultimately had no capable subordinates and sent his underage sister to lead the army.

It's no wonder Freeman was arrogant; no seasoned general who has fought on the battlefield would take a young boy or girl seriously.

After making a round of the camp to make sure there were no oversights, Freeman sat down at the entrance of his tent, gently tapping the hilt of his sword, his mind racing as he calculated the enemy's attack opportunity.

If the Northern Army does not continue its offensive and invade the heartland of the South, it can only mean that they have ulterior motives.

Guanhai Town, apart from its important geographical location, is extremely poor. The Northern Army will not gain any benefit from capturing this military fortress.

Using Guanhai Town as a springboard to attack the kingdom's most prosperous and fertile plains would be more in line with their bandit mentality.

In short, just to be on the safe side, Freeman sent someone to remind the Duke to be prepared. Now that things had progressed to this point, the Southern Territory could not afford to lose!

If they win, the Southern Territory can move further towards independence; if they lose, these people will fall into ruin, face utter destruction, and ultimately die without a burial place...

As dawn approached, the aging Freeman, his strength waning, finally gave out. He checked the time and, realizing it was already past four in the morning, rose and returned to his tent. He removed his armor, sat on his bed, and sighed heavily.

He still firmly believed in his judgment; otherwise, would the Northern Army have gone mad? With their limited forces, it would be impossible for them to capture Fengrao City, the capital of the Southern Territory.

If the Northern army wasn't trying to loot or divert the Southern army's attention, then...

The moment the thought of shifting his attention crossed his mind, Freeman abruptly stood up and couldn't help but shiver.

Honeywater City!

Wrong, all wrong! He shouldn't have used the perspective of a conventional adversary to speculate on the Northern Army's strategic intentions. These guys from the far north of the kingdom don't actually need to worry about the threat of the undead army at all!

Just imagine, after unleashing the undead army, the Southern Army and the Central Army suffered heavy losses. For the Northern Territory, what a wonderful scenario this would be.

Freeman felt a lump in his throat. He shouldn't have, no matter what, ignored the existence of Honeywater City as a veteran of the Southern Territory.

Having figured out the key to it all, Freeman seemed to dispel the fog that had shrouded the battlefield, connecting all the information from beginning to end.