After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

In the Iron Lake City military camp, Federico, bound like a mummy, lay on his sickbed, staring blankly at a few flies on the tent roof.

"Battalion Commander... um, Regiment Commander, would you like some green plums?"

Arion, who had been shot in the knee, hopped in and handed Federico a green fruit.

Federico rolled his eyes at him, grabbed the green fruit, squeezed it hard, and a burst of fragrant juice flowed into his mouth.

Don't ask Federico what he's grieving over; all he wants now is revenge.

The opposing commander is too cunning. Despite having a numerical advantage, he only sends out about 20,000 troops to attack each time. If he is at a slight disadvantage, he will immediately send new troops to support him.

Therefore, Federico was quite frustrated in this battle.

The Northern Army was indeed a formidable fighting force, but even the weakest army can withstand the initial pressure if it dares to go to the battlefield.

Even if the Southern Army and the Central Imperial Guard are not the best, they are still top-tier troops within the kingdom.

The relentless attacks made Federico feel like he was battling several burly men in the ring. Each time he was about to pin his opponent, the bell would ring, the match would be paused, and a change of fighters would take place…

"By the way, Captain, Lady Elene has returned to Ice City. It seems she has some urgent business to attend to."

Erian sat by Federico's bedside, chatting idly. They all knew that Green Canyon City would be difficult to hold out any longer, and the final battle would take place in Iron Lake City. The sudden departure of the highest-ranking officer had caused quite a stir among the soldiers.

"Any news from Harbin?"

After a moment of stunned silence, Federico suddenly asked.

"Of course it's good news, Fei Sanbian."

A similarly tall man walked in, responding as he placed a piece of green fruit—clearly smuggled from the military camp—heavily on Federico's chest as a gift.

Federico's eyes widened when he saw the man's classic tough-guy face, and he quickly patted Erian on the shoulder.

"Hey kid, salute him! This is the commander of the First Division."

As if by reflex, Arian stood up with a snap, only to wince in pain.

"Greetings, Commander!"

Brenhal returned the greeting with a hearty laugh. "Alright, don't move around if you're injured."

The Northern Army's First Division is a unit shrouded in mystery. This mystery doesn't mean they are lurking in the shadows; on the contrary, the First Division has always been training at the military camp in Kuogu City.

The problem is that the First Division's training time was too long, so long that the Second Division marched all the way south, fought in the Southern Territory and the Eastern Territory, and then returned to Green Gorge City to resist the Central District, completing a whole round of battles.

The First Division still did not leave Kuogu City.

The Third Division at least did some construction work in the eastern agricultural region for a period of time before taking over the northern lands of the Eastern Territory.

Even more outrageous is that a large number of wounded soldiers often appeared during the military training of the First Division.

"I never expected that our First Division's first battle would be fighting alongside your Second Division." Brenhar's eyes were filled with excitement. As soon as he heard the news of the mobilization, he abandoned his troops and went straight to Iron Lake City.

"Where is your Commander Kate?"

Federico was somewhat surprised by the news brought by Brenhar, but he still answered calmly, "Reporting to the commander, Commander Kate should still be at the front line in Green Canyon."

Something big must have happened in Ice City, Federico confirmed his guess in his heart.

After all, the primary task of the First Division is to defend against the invasion of the demon race. This is a strategic concept that the Duke proposed a long time ago, and few people within the Northern Territory can easily change it.

Even if Lady Elene wanted to fight a decisive battle head-on, she would only mobilize the Third Division of the Eastern Territory.

Brenhal glanced at Federico and couldn't help but smirk. What a promising talent! How did Kate manage to get the better deal back then?

"Don't overthink it, it's the Duke who's back."

After visiting his old comrades, Brenhar wasted no time and set off for the front lines in Green Canyon.

Federico, lying in his hospital bed, looked utterly distressed, as if he had swallowed a bitter pill.

"What's wrong, Commander? Isn't the Duke's return good news?" Erian asked in confusion. Everyone in the Second Division knew how much the Duke meant to Federico. He was the only soldier the Duke had ever recruited himself!

The regimental commander was forged through three lashes!

Federico sighed deeply, "Why did it have to be our Second Division that suffered a defeat when the Duke returned...?"

"Commander, we weren't defeated, were we? We just retreated to regroup." Erion scratched his head and kindly reminded him. Was annihilating 20,000 Southern Army soldiers considered a defeat?

Federico sighed repeatedly, "Alas, why are we lying in a hospital bed when the Duke is preparing to launch a counterattack?"

Even Eryon realized this now. Yes! Now that the First Division has arrived, a counterattack is just around the corner, and it might even be commanded by the Duke himself!

Looking down at his knees, Erian remembered the medic's advice: he wouldn't be able to go back to the battlefield for a month.

The two sighed simultaneously. If they couldn't let the Duke see their heroic figures fighting bravely on the battlefield, what difference would it be from talking about life ideals while holding a beautiful woman?

The somber atmosphere lasted for several days. During this time, the Third Regiment of the First Division had already arrived in Tiehu City and started expanding the military base.

Meanwhile, militia organizations from various regions also successively transported large quantities of supplies to Iron Lake City.

Not long after, the veterans arrived. These battle-hardened veterans plunged into the Green Canyon battlefield without saying a word. The 4th Division and Earl Rondo, who had been replaced, received a special mission and withdrew from the military camp overnight.

The entire Northern Territory seemed to have burst forth with vitality again. That evening, after helping Federico turn over, Erian limped over to an open fire and sat down, silently listening to the veterans of the First and Second Divisions sharing their feelings.

Although they fight at the drop of a hat...

Erión yawned, only to find that the veterans who were engaged in a brawl had suddenly fallen silent. They quickly got up from the ground, vigorously brushed the dust off their clothes, and then stood respectfully.

At the camp gate, Luna and her personal guards dismounted, surrounded by admirers. The menacing guards swept their eyes over the group with warning glances as they escorted the young lady to them.

Anyone who dares to behave rudely in front of the young lady will have their manhood cut off by these ruthless people, and they'll stir-fry it with garlic to eat with their drinks.

One more thing, the guards ordered this dish to be: Dog's ** stir-fried with garlic.

One more point: there is a significant proportion of female soldiers among the personal guards.

"Where is your division commander?" Luna didn't notice anything unusual, but she thought the soldiers of the First Division were really well-trained.

"Reporting, young lady, the division commanders are all at the front lines," a soldier replied loudly.

"So who's in charge here? Is there a regimental-level military commander present?"

"Report!" Even with his injured knee, Erian's back remained straight and unwavering as he excitedly reported, "Commander Federico is recuperating in the main camp."

"Federalo, alright, take me to see him." Luna nodded, then turned her gaze to Erian's face.

This soldier... he looks familiar. Have I seen him somewhere before?