After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The night was stained red with blood, and the ancient and vast land once again echoed with the sounds of history. The meaning of civilization lies in its inheritance, while war is an eternal choice for life, time and time again.

His limbs felt as heavy as lead, and the recruit slowly exhaled, feeling an unprecedented exhaustion. When he opened his eyes, what flickered in the darkness was countless battles.

I remember it was a sunset that looked like it was burning with flames. After killing several enemies, he was suddenly hit hard on the back of the head with a heavy hammer and then passed out.

After touching several cold corpses, the recruit grabbed his weapon. Usually, the army's medic or militia would find him and provide him with treatment.

But the situation is complicated now. Since the defeat of the Central Army, he has been in this unfamiliar land, following several different teams, and has been chasing them for three days and three nights.

Perhaps it was because of the change of commanders, compared to Saintess Jenny who meticulously integrated all forces and made long-term plans, Lady Elene's iron-fisted and decisive nature seemed to have instilled a new will in them.

There's no need to think about retreating; only by moving forward can you gain everything.

"Let the Fourth Regiment and the militia capture prisoners; I don't have time to deal with their 'good policies'!"

Torches lit up the darkness, and heavily armored soldiers rushed in, quickly taking over the battlefield. Following the cold logic of war, a higher level of organization always destroys chaotic violence.

The battlefield balance, which had just been deadlocked, was broken. The new recruit struggled to his feet, wanting to join the fight, but a figure that had appeared out of nowhere in the shadows suddenly thrust his sword at him.

With an awkward posture, he raised his spear. The recruit hurriedly blocked the attack, but was also knocked out of his hand.

The Imperial Guard centurion, who had intended to kill him and escape, charged at him with a fierce expression, only to have his skull cleaved open by a thrown axe in the next instant.

The corpse crashed heavily onto the recruit, the horrifying wound right before his eyes, the recruit could even see the ceaseless writhing inside.

"You're really lucky, kid. I never expected to run into you here."

A pair of rough, large hands gripped the axe handle, pulled out the axe, and tossed the corpse high into the air, splashing the recruit with fresh brain matter.

"Don't stand there, we can't stop."

Federico pulled him up, sternly slapped his spear against his chest, and then signaled the recruit to follow him and continue the attack.

"As soldiers, when faced with enemy provocations, tolerance will only bring disappointment to the people. Therefore, we must use their land and their blood to write the victory."

Looking at the man before him, a man born for battle, the new recruit couldn't help but recall the final scene of the great battle a few days earlier.

No one expected that they would survive in such an environment and successfully complete the decapitation mission.

Since then, the legion, which suffered nearly 10,000 casualties, went mad. The war quickly expanded from a single point to a wider area, the hunt never stopped, and blood and corpses spread for hundreds of miles.

"There is a city fifteen miles ahead. The defeated Imperial Guards have regrouped there. Lady Elene is currently attacking the city, but she only has cavalry under her command and is not good at siege warfare. Therefore, we must go to support her before dawn."

Federico explained the battle objectives to him while fighting the enemy. With a powerful general in charge of the battlefield, the soldiers who had previously been operating in small squads gathered behind the heavy infantry.

The new recruits gradually got used to this kind of mobile warfare. Federico, who charged at great speed, would not only be covered in blood, but would also send a few agile guards over. However, most of them were killed by the new recruits alone.

"Hahaha, that's it, kid, you absolutely have to come to my unit."

Federico's smile was maniacal. The growth that war brings to people is unimaginable. Federico, who beheaded a royal guard with a leaping strike, was pleasantly surprised to find that the new recruit was much more experienced than a few days ago.

With a long spear, he charged left and right, his agile footsteps like a dragon, closely following Federico as he charged into the enemy ranks.

"The thirteenth! Give yourself a name; your military achievements are enough to make you a company commander!"

The nearly one thousand Imperial Guards were quickly routed, fleeing in disarray once again. This time, Federico did not pursue them; he was short-handed and needed to quickly regroup his troops.

After the decisive battle, the Imperial Guards fled in all directions, and the Northern Army pursued them in all directions, with many units losing contact with the enemy. When these units returned, they often brought with them a large number of prisoners.

Federico abhorred the practice of taking prisoners, and he would not accept anyone's surrender for the time being unless His Majesty the Duke returned to the Northern Territory.

This is also why Federico acted alone; despite his attitude, he didn't want to have ideological conflicts with his fellow units.

"Company Commander..."

The new recruit was tempted, and kept murmuring those two words to himself.

Federico chuckled and patted the recruit on the shoulder forcefully. "That's more like it. A soldier who doesn't want to be a general isn't a good soldier. There are no cowards in the Northern Army who joined just to make a living."

"Let's go find Lady Elene together. She's very well-read, and I can help you get a name."

The assembled army continued its march. They did not rest, nor did they need to. They were about to prove that the Central Army's invasion of the Northern Territory would only result in defeat and humiliation.

As dawn broke, in the makeshift military camp outside the city, Eleanor's expression was quite strange when she heard Federico's request.

Choosing a name wasn't difficult. Even if the person who came wasn't Federico, Elene would do her best to help the soldiers whenever they needed her help.

But does she really have the right to name others? Why does it feel a little strange? She has indeed thought of many names, but she never thought of using them on her soldiers.

But Federico's next words changed her mind.

"The kingdom has betrayed the northern territory, and the duke will surely be crowned king in the future. And the king has the right to bestow names upon his people. Now that the duke is gone, as the mother of the nation..."

"Erion".

Without a second thought, Elena gave one of her carefully prepared alternative names to the new recruit.

Having resolved this unexpected incident, Elena waved for her "eldest son" to step back, and she and Federico went to the map to study their next attack strategy.

This massive counterattack will be supported by Division Commander Kate and Reid in the rear, ensuring their retreat and logistics, so they can simply fight without restraint.

Some of the cavalry stayed with Eleanor, while the rest followed Paul to capture prisoners across the mountains and fields...

Elena knew without guessing that Jenny must have told Paul something, such as preparing for a long battle and absorbing surrendered soldiers to strengthen her own power.

But what Elena wanted wasn't just elite troops, but unwavering loyalty. In their previous life, they were able to change the world because of the absolute loyalty of the people and soldiers of the Northern Territory!

As a result, even Count Rondo has had to halt his offensive because of the issue of prisoners…

"Sigh," Elena sighed softly. She had recently received both good news and bad news.

The good news is that the Duke of Dale in the Eastern Territory, presumably bewitched by Barbara, did not choose to send troops to aid the Central District.

Eleanor was very satisfied with Dale's views on love; since he had already cuckolded the king, he should see it through to the end.

The bad news is that Frank has recognized the independence of the Southern Territory, and the two sides have reached a cooperation agreement. Not only will the Imperial Guard besieging Silver City move north, but the Southern Territory will also send a large army to cooperate with the Central Army in attacking the Northern Territory.

It seems that the Southern Territory has implemented some kind of parliamentary system, which Elena is unaware of. In any case, the Southern Territory has been renamed the Southern Duchy.

Therefore, their time is really tight. In order to win the upcoming war, Elena needs to give up a lot.

As she traced a city on the map with her finger, Eleanor coldly gave Federico the order.

"I'll name the upcoming operation 'Plunder and Destruction'..."