After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

In the magnificent Eastern Duke's mansion, Dale swirled his wine glass, gazing intently at the enormous portrait of Queen Barbara in the hall.

The portrait of Barbara is so lifelike, with a smile on her lips, as if she is also gazing at him intently.

Unfortunately, their time together was all too short. As he hurried across the marble floor, an angry look appeared on Dale's face.

The young consul, Sako, hurriedly bowed. "Your Grace, there is urgent news. Duke Oswald of the Northern Territory dispatched an army of ten thousand men yesterday morning to attack the northwestern region of your territory."

"Also, this is a letter from Duke Oswald, informing us of the upcoming noble war..."

He held the letter high, sweat dripping down Sako's face. The Northern Territories truly lacked martial ethics; how could they cross the border first and then send a message?

"It's Oswald again. I haven't settled the score with him for sending people to cause trouble in the Eastern Territory last time."

Dale took a sip of red wine, paused for a moment, then placed the glass in Sarko's palm, pressing it down on the letter.

The wars between nobles of the ducal rank were nothing more than a political game performed for the king's benefit.

It seems something big is about to happen in the royal city, otherwise Frank wouldn't have sent Oswald to cause trouble for him.

Of course, Oswald also understood that an army of around 10,000 was neither too many nor too few; they could pass through Frank's hands and posed no real threat to the Eastern Territory.

This is the tacit understanding unique to top politicians.

"Sakho, with our army's strength, we would need about twice the number of troops to successfully repel the Northern Army."

With his hands behind his back, Dale walked through the hall filled with various exquisite decorations, stopped in front of the main entrance, and turned to ask the question to Sarko, who was following closely behind him.

"Defeating Oswald last time earned me quite a reputation. If we want to continue winning this time, how many men do you think I should send?"

Clutching the letter tightly in his hand, Sako first frowned in thought, then looked up several times to check Dale's expression before cautiously speaking.

"Your Grace, how about we do it again and buy it with money?"

"Hahaha, you're still too young, Sakho." As if he had heard a funny joke, Dale turned around and patted Sakho heavily on the shoulder. Sakho was caught between laughing and crying, and could only hunch over and nod repeatedly in agreement.

After calming his smile, Dale finally revealed the worry in his eyes.

"Things are different now. Do you really think money can buy everything? You can't feed a tiger, and tigers will eat people."

After saying that, Dale sighed and gave the order: "Inform all the regimental commanders about the Northern Army's invasion, and order them to mobilize their troops and concentrate their superior forces. When the Northern Army stops looting, that will be our time to start the war."

……

Count Rondo, no, Commander Rondo, led his army across the border in a grand manner, slaughtering the garrison and storming into the land of the Eastern Territory.

Life as the lord of Kuogu City was dull and tedious.

For a military aristocrat like Rondo, the most painful thing is: still alive, but no longer able to fight.

The most painful thing is that everyone else has a war to fight, but he doesn't.

Fortunately, the Duke did not forget that he still had a brave and skilled division commander under his command.

The expeditionary force consisted of the First and Fourth Regiments. The Fourth Regiment was a core unit promised to him by the Duke of Oswald, from which he could draw key personnel and expand the force into a three-regiment division.

As for the stronger group... it was just for his convenience.

The First Regiment is perhaps the unit with the longest training time and the longest standby time in the new army.

The original three new legions, such as the Second Legion, have long been fighting all over the country, and now they have even gone to the southern territories to cause trouble in other people's lands.

The Third Regiment also had tasks, namely maintaining stability and security in the eastern agricultural area.

A while ago, we passed through the eastern part of the country and the two groups reunited after a long separation. Naturally, there was some chaos and a lot of laughter and playful banter, culminating in a hearty hug.

The Third Regiment was heartbroken; their eyes at parting were filled with resentment. They used to be able to mock the First Regiment for being idle, but now even the First Regiment was going to war…

Perhaps it was also because of the long period of rigorous training that Rondo could hardly find any fault with the regiment's marching.

As for his elite Fourth Regiment, it could barely be considered a strong force.

Although the composition of the troops was not ideal, mostly composed of surrendered soldiers; although it could not compare to a regiment and its military discipline needed improvement; although there were many familiar faces among them, feelings always take time to cultivate.

Rondo, mounted on his horse, surveyed his army with a sense of pride and reached out without turning his head.

"Jim, run forward and get me that map."

After going through countless hardships and finally climbing from a private to a company commander, Jim never expected that his first battle after his transformation would be serving as an orderly for the division commander.

Back in the day, Jim was the private army commander of the Marquis of the East, the kind who commanded several thousand men.

As a result, because of his past identity, Count Rondo became interested in him and insisted on having him fetch water to wash his face.

In Rondo's words, this is the status of an earl, enjoying the privileges of a marquis...

There's no other way but to put up with it. After all, he's my direct superior. Whether he makes things difficult for me or grooms me as a confidant, at least I can become a familiar face to him.

Jim, who was only three meters away from Rondo, ran up to him, opened the map box, and handed him the map.

With a wave of his hand, Rondo unfolded the map, coughed lightly, and prepared to kill a few nobles to liven things up for his brothers.

Lady Elene has instructed us that the Northern Army must act like the Northern Army. Are we the kind of people who burn, kill, loot, and commit all sorts of evil deeds?

It's just that the Northern Territory is short of money, grain, and horses, and wants to borrow some from the nobles of the Eastern Territory.

What?! These nobles have committed arson, murder, looting, and all sorts of atrocities?!

Then we must show them the fine traditions of the Northern Army. What are we fighting for? To liberate the suffering civilians, not for the money and horses of the nobles.

Rondo, who was earnestly going through the motions of checking off the head of the underworld, scratched his beard, looking rather embarrassed.

He didn't know much about the Eastern Territory, but he also knew the principle of attacking one place and then fleeing three. In this first battle, he had to maximize his benefits, otherwise others would think he was throwing the fight.

Rondo, being a nobleman, had to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to clearly state his position to the Duke.

"Jim, what do you think? How about we just march quickly and take down that Marquis of Firas?"

Rondo looked down at Jim and handed him the map. Jim was an outstanding person who came from humble beginnings and had held a high-ranking position; he should be able to give him some good advice.

After taking the map and finding the territory called Marquis Firas, Jim quickly shook his head.

"Commander, the distance is too far. I estimate it will be difficult for us to catch up with them."

"Is that so..." Rondo grinned, pointing to Kate, the division commander of the Second Regiment, who had been making quite a splash. If he were to simply finish this noble war in an ordinary way, what would he have to compete with others in the future?

Noticing Rondo's predicament, Jim had an idea and quickly pointed to a piece of territory on the map, offering a suggestion.

"Reporting to the commander, I heard that Lady Elene's old classmate married a count in the Eastern Territory. That countess even came to the Duke's mansion to brag to Lady Elene. And what she said... was quite rude."

"Um?!"

Rondo's eyes widened suddenly, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

Good lad, I knew I hadn't misjudged you. You deserve to be in the position of commander!