Terra Martial God and Merit System

Ways to maintain your wealthy life.

"Do you think Kamsko's troops will come again?" a staff officer suddenly asked.

"I guess not. At least not in the next few days." Another officer thought for a moment and replied.

"This time we crossed the line and were repelled, which is legally justified."

"But if the other party crosses the line again, the law will be on our side."

"It's fine if he doesn't cross the line, but once he does... Luo Chen has made too many enemies, and we will definitely have a lot of support! Ursus is on our side!"

"The other party will become the target of public criticism!"

"Besides, the weather has been so cold recently..." an officer holding a small stove added, "Who wants to go out? Kamsik's soldiers are also human beings. When we send troops out, we have to pay to move them. Kamsik probably doesn't want to spend so much money."

"Yes." Everyone agreed.

"Even if they come, they will probably just burn a few villages to scare people. Our Saratov city walls are strong, and we have cannons... They don't dare to come!"

"Since they are not coming, this matter will be easy to deal with!" The staff officer who spoke first slammed the table and said loudly:

“This is a strategic shift!”

"Strategic shift?" the people around said in unison.

"That's right." The staff officer looked around at his colleagues. "We fought a bloody battle with Kamsike for a long time and finally inflicted heavy damage on the enemy. As a result, due to the unfortunate death of the Third Young Master, we had to retreat."

"This is a strategic transfer, not a retreat. Kamsko has been beaten by us and has no ability to counterattack!"

"Do you understand?"

"As expected of someone who attended military school!" someone exclaimed, "He's really good at what he does. 'Strategic shift'... that's a good term!"

"But... can this really fool Count Naik?" Someone was still worried, "It's not just us who know about this, there are so many soldiers..."

"It's a simple matter!" an officer said immediately - "On the one hand, we can pay them to shut up. As long as they are paid enough, they will be very obedient."

"On the other hand....everyone knows where Count Naik's information came from, right?"

"People around him?" someone asked tentatively.

"That's it!" The officer who had just spoken slapped his thigh, "Count Naik won't chat with these dirty soldiers. He will only ask his men..."

"Then we give them money. Let them answer according to our instructions!" Someone suddenly realized, "Perfect!"

"The guy from Casimir said before, 'Money can make you a god.'" An officer laughed. "I thought it was a joke, but now it seems to be true."

“It will cost a lot of money…”

"Why don't we all leave? We are all in this together... We can either continue to live a good life in Saratov or run away with the money. We have to work together."

"Anyone who does not agree to this plan is a deserter! And our enemy!" said the staff officer viciously.

"Indeed!"

"Whoever dares to be a deserter, I will be the first to kill him!"

"That's it!"

Everyone looked at each other and felt a strange sense of déjà vu.

It seems.....when they came out of Saratov in the afternoon, they also swore to the Third Young Master in the same way...

Of course, although the sense of déjà vu was strong, no one mentioned it, and everyone fell silent tacitly.

After finalizing their plan, they began to prepare.

The first step is to integrate the defeated soldiers around and then give them money.

Originally, the officers wanted them to act happy, as if they had won a battle.

In the end, they were stopped - the Third Young Master was dead. What was there to be happy about?

Now that they have lost the battle, their expressions as if their mother has died are more in line with their plan.

Even...this also shows that they are loyal to Count Naik, and the Third Young Master loves his soldiers like his own sons.

After they asked the soldiers to speak in a unified voice, they immediately encountered another problem -

They didn't have the Third Young Master's body.

If it was really a 'strategic transfer', they wouldn't be unable to get back even the bodies.

They all knew about this matter. They couldn't let such a big mistake go unpunished.

So everyone discussed it and prepared to use something else as a replacement.

They found a corpse - there were many corpses nearby, and many of the fleeing soldiers had wounds on their bodies. Without anyone to take care of them, they died quickly.

The officers were very happy to see this, because if someone died, they would have one less hush money. This was naturally great.

They found a corpse about the same size as the Third Young Master and roasted it over a fire.

When the body turned into a human-shaped charcoal, they finally stopped roasting it.

Now, this piece of black charcoal is the Third Young Master.

What? Why?

Of course, he was hit by the Flame Originium Technique...The Third Young Master has had a miserable life, and he didn't expect to be so unlucky!

Everything was ready, and the integrated team surrounded the third young master's body and walked towards Saratov.

Chapter 124 The Civil War Begins

In the city of Saratov.

Count Naik adjusted his military uniform and turned around in front of the mirror.

He nodded with satisfaction.

This outfit was enough to show his majesty and power. He couldn't wait to wear it and walk on the streets of Kamsk.

But speaking of it....

My son should have already entered the city, right?

Count Naik thought.

He has many sons, but he thinks the third son is the most capable.

Count Naik handed over the entire city defense force to him and sent them out to pursue immediately.

In Count Naik's opinion, Kamsko's army would be easily defeated.

Even if they absorbed part of the Sixth Army's strength. But...

The economic crisis affects everyone.

Without money, how can you mobilize the army? Without money, how can you make them advance in the snow?

Kamsco, there is no money left!

It looked like Jira's operation had been a great success. The only problem was... the other party seemed to ignore his next order.

Count Naik did not think about the loss of contact. He just felt that the other party might be cooking the books...that was a means to pursue his own interests.

Count Naik didn't care about the other party's greed for money, he just felt that the other party was being too careless to ignore him.

"Once I enter Kamsco... I will definitely punish this ungrateful guy..."

He was just thinking about his next plan when there was a bang on the door.

At the same time, Count Naik also heard the commotion outside his house.

"What happened?" he asked in a low voice.

The servant outside the door lowered his head and said in a trembling voice - "The city defense army is back."

"Back?" Count Naik frowned slightly, "Where's Xiao San? Ask him to come over and tell me what happened."

“Third Young Master…he…he…” The servant’s face turned pale, “The officer said…he said…”

Count Naik finally realized that something was wrong.

He pushed the other person away and hurried downstairs.

Arriving at the luxurious hall downstairs, Count Naik saw that it was full of people.

His twenty or so wives and more than thirty children were gathered here. In the center was a group of officers in military uniforms, carrying something.

That thing...is a rectangular wooden board with a human figure covered with a white cloth.

"This... this... this!" Count Naik felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He grabbed the leading officer and asked, "Where is my son?"

"The Third Young Master led us to fight bravely and defeated the enemy. But because we rushed too far forward, we were ambushed by the sorcerer..." the officer said.

He lowered his head with no expression on his face. It was more like he was reading a script than reporting.

Count Naik didn't care about this at all. He just felt his mind go blank and then he screamed loudly.

His son! His most promising successor! He was dead!

Naik has put many times more effort into this son than anyone else!

How many times! How many times did I clean up his ass when he killed people and raped women in the street?

How many times had he ignored political balance for the sake of his son?

How many times has he...

Count Naik knew that his son was moody and had changeable mental states.

But...But...

This time it was too...

"Son!" Count Naik knelt in front of the white cloth and burst into tears. He lifted a corner and immediately closed his eyes when he saw the charred charcoal inside.

"Wow, wow, wow..." His family also started crying.

But few people were sincere, most of them were just pretending to cry. They were even very excited in their hearts - now that the heir was dead, they had a chance.

The officers stood there motionless, their eyes fixed on the nose and their noses on the heart.

"I want revenge!" Count Naik roared, and he got up from the ground tremblingly, "Someone come——"

"Your Excellency the Earl, you can't do that!" A city defense staff officer immediately knelt on the ground.

"We should think about this matter carefully. Although Kamsko's army is very weak, it is very cold today..."

"My son is dead! Fuck you!" Count Naik kicked him over, "I'm going to send troops! I'm going to kill those bastards!!!"

“…”Everyone was silent.

The officers knew one thing clearly - they must not send out troops.

Otherwise everything will be exposed.

"My Lord Count!"

Another officer knelt.

"We must avenge the Third Young Master. But the environment has been bad lately... We should take this opportunity to prepare our military..."

"Then Kamsiko was just lucky this time. They will suffer even more serious damage after this battle. Maybe they will collapse on their own in a few days!"

“I think he’s right!”

Someone immediately expressed support.

But some people expressed opposition.

These officers all seemed to be ready to deceive Naik, but their purposes were somewhat different.

Some people wanted to pack up and run away, while others wanted to continue living a happy life in Saratov.

The conflict between these two ideas determines their positions.

The officers first stated their positions and then began to attack each other.