My villain wants to save himself, but the yandere heroine disagrees

Having said this, he opened his arms and patted his chest which was wrapped in gauze.

"Look, I'm in good health. I don't think the other party's intention is to kill me."

"But...things on the front line..." At this time, Litt on the side spoke up.

"Yes, the situation on the front line is not optimistic." Hearing this, Lucius also frowned and nodded. "Of course I know what's going on at the front line. These days, war reports are coming to me like snowflakes."

"Although Carlisle has more experience, his ability is still limited after all. The enemy seemed to know that I would be assassinated, and launched a large-scale attack on the same day. By the time the news of my assassination reached Carlisle, a day of decision-making time was wasted, and the enemy had already captured a city." Lucius said this and sighed.

"Orson, you came back at the right time." As he said this, he looked at Mary and then at Litt.

The two men immediately understood what Lucius was thinking and tactfully left the room.

"Father, please tell me what I want you to do for me." Orson bent down respectfully and approached Lucius.

"Orson, do you want to give it a try and command an army on the battlefield?" Lucius said with a smile. "I know it might be a bit arrogant to give the command of the army to a young man like you."

"Do you want to try? If you want, I can hand over the command of the front-line troops to you right now."

Orson looked at Lucius's expression, unable to guess what he was thinking.

Is he testing his own ambition, or does he really want to entrust the affairs of the front line to himself?

"I...if my father trusts me, I am willing to take on this important task." Orson thought for a moment and then said something relatively neutral.

"Okay." Lucius heard Orson say this, leaned forward and patted Orson on the shoulder.

"I can hand over the military power to you, but how to convince the people, how to dispatch the army, and even how to make decisions to defeat the orcs, will all be left to you."

"If you succeed, you will become the military god of the empire and continue the tradition of the Stranik family to establish their family through military force. If you fail, the Duchy of Antica and the tens of thousands of people under its rule will suffer because of you."

"It's not a question of whether I trust you or not, it's a question of you, Orson," Lucius said.

"But, father, didn't you just say that you were fine?" Orson looked at Lucius in confusion. "As long as I can stabilize the situation on the front line and wait until you recover and come back, everything will be fine."

Lucius didn't say anything. He stared at Orson for a long time and suddenly smiled...

Chapter 4: I, Orsen, came here with only one goal (K)

After Orson walked out of Lucius' room, he glanced at Litt and Mary who were standing at the door, waiting anxiously.

"Father said he wanted to rest alone for a while, so let's not disturb him," said Orson.

"Okay." Mary nodded and turned around, ready to go back to her room.

"By the way, mother, father has given me all the military duties at the front, so I will go to the front tomorrow. During this period of time, you will be in charge of all the affairs at home. Thank you for your help." Orson remembered something and suddenly spoke.

"I understand." Mary nodded and turned to leave.

"Orson, is our father okay?" Litt looked at Orson with a hint of doubt in his tone.

"It's okay, father is just a little tired. After all, he was injured before. No matter how healthy he is, he needs time to recuperate." Orson said this and touched Litt's head.

"By the way, there are some things I want to talk to you alone. Let's go back to my room first." As he said this, he took Lit to his room.

Walking into the room, Orson closed the door.

"Lite, do you want to go to the front line?" Orson asked.

"Eh? Orson, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"As the son of a duke, one of the most distinguished nobles in the empire, especially in our Stranik family, which is based on military power, the army is something you will come into contact with sooner or later." Orson said this in a flat tone.

"It just so happens that I will take over the task of temporary commander-in-chief of the front line this time. When the time comes, you can be my adjutant and learn these things from me first. When you go out in the future, sooner or later you will have to be independent."

"Of course." Orson said, pointing to the desk. "If you want to stay here and learn how to manage finances from mother, that's fine too, because if you become a duke in the future, you can be in charge of finances yourself."

"Hmm..." Li Te pondered for a long time after hearing this, and then said: "Well, I think it would be better for me to go to the front line with Orson."

Litt always felt that Mary had some opinions about his coming. Compared to staying at home and being looked down upon, Litt still preferred to be with Orson. Being with Orson was also the time when he grew the fastest.

It's not just that I want to stay with Orson.

"Okay." Orson nodded. "But, Lit, I have to give you a shot of prevention first. The army is a very serious place. When you arrive at the front line, you have to act like a soldier. You can't act like a spoiled child in front of me. Do you understand?"

"Huh? Is it that serious?" Li Te said in surprise.

But she was mentally prepared and agreed to Orson immediately.

"I understand, Orson. I promise that I will obey you in everything."

"Okay, then I feel relieved." Orson said this with a smile.

"Rest at home for a while today. I'll go out to take care of some things. Tomorrow we will take our father's letter of appointment to the front line."

"Ok."

After Orson and Litt finished talking about these things, they went to the city center of Antica and met a few people.

The next morning, the carriage was ready for Orson and Litt, but Orson thought the carriage was too slow, so he took Litt to the front line on a magic carpet.

……

A small town somewhere on the front line.

At this moment, the city was full of broken walls and bloodstains could be seen everywhere on the city walls, indicating that a large-scale battle had taken place here not long ago.

A large-scale battle broke out between the three thousand human soldiers stationed here and the five thousand orcs attacking the city. In the end, all the soldiers stationed here were killed, without a single one spared.

A burly orc walked across the battlefield.

The walls were littered with corpses of humans and orcs.

Although the orcs captured the town, they paid a heavy price.

However, because this is a militarized town and most of the residents are military dependents, they had already evacuated before the war broke out and no further bloody incidents occurred.

The orcs had a feast after looting the town's armory and granary.

In addition to supplying the soldiers, some of the looted supplies would be transported back to the desert by transport teams to be delivered to the soldiers' families who were starving there.

In order to prepare for this war, the Orc Tribe concentrated the already scarce supplies to the soldiers on the front line so that the soldiers could have enough to eat and fight, and then they could snatch food from humans and provide it to the orcs in the rear.

Because of the special nature of the orc tribe, each clan has a tribe. These 5,000 orc warriors are actually made up of more than a dozen tribes, and the commander is the strongest person in the army.

In this situation, it is inevitable that the spoils will be unevenly distributed and the commander will favor his own tribe. Fortunately, this is the early stage of the war and the disunity and contradictions within the orcs have not yet emerged.

Often in the middle and late stages of a war, after long-standing resentment among the orcs, a civil war will break out, and they will eventually retreat without fighting.

"How was the result of today's battle?" The young commander walked to the warehouse. At this moment, many orc warriors were moving food out of the warehouse in boxes and bags. He looked at the commander in charge.

The adjutant who was in charge of calculating the data asked.

The adjutant and he were not from the same clan or tribe, and the relationship between the two was purely a cooperative one.

"Commander, we lost a total of 2,000 soldiers in today's siege. Every tribe suffered losses, but overall it was fairly evenly distributed." The adjutant said this, and then pointed to the warehouse. "This warehouse seems to be prepared for a protracted war. There is a lot of food stored in it, enough for our remaining soldiers to eat for two or three years. But if it is distributed among each tribe, there won't be much left."

There are only 3,000 people left in this orc army, but behind these 3,000 people are about 10,000 mouths to feed.

The foster care in this small town could only feed the people of the tribe for a year. After a year, they would have to come out to plunder again.

It would be better to grab more at a time.

Thinking of this, the commander looked at his adjutant.

"Leave a hundred people here to clean up the battlefield, and the rest of you will stay here to rest for half a day before continuing to advance."

From the orcs' perspective, human defense is like an egg. As long as they break through the hardest layer of the eggshell on the outside and go deeper inside, they will be able to enter the empty space.

The three thousand soldiers stationed in this town should be the largest number among the nearby villages and towns. Next, their troops will plunder the surrounding villages and then act according to the orders of the joint chief.

Things like this are still happening in several small towns on the border.

……

At the front line, Carlisle was reading reports of defeat in the military camp with a frown on his face.

As Lucius's adjutant, his greatest advantage was his conservatism, but it was this conservatism that caused him to waste the most precious first day of time at the beginning of the battle.

When he received the battle report, he immediately sent it back to Antica, hoping to get instructions from Lucius. He just followed Lucius' previous arrangements and asked the soldiers on the front line to hold on and rotate the defense as much as possible.

However, unexpectedly, Lucius, who was unconscious after being assassinated, was unable to give Carlisle any guidance. In desperation, Carlisle broke away from Lucius's command for the first time in his life and began to perform the duties of the supreme military commander, trying to stabilize the situation on the front line.

But the situation on the front line, far from stabilizing, continued to deteriorate.

After all, his ability to respond to emergencies is not as strong as Lucius's, and he does have fewer cards in his hand. He is only able to suppress the generals under his command by relying on his own qualifications. Otherwise, those generals would have fought on their own long ago, and by then, the situation would have become even more serious.

"Forget it, let's convene a joint military meeting." Carlisle thought so and called his adjutant to help him gather all the generals under his command.

Today, the Duke of Antica's army consists mainly of three parts.

The first part is the standing army and conscripted troops in the Duke's direct territory. This group of troops is directly commanded by the Duke's confidant Carlisle, and the number is about 100,000.

The second part is the earl's army under the duke. Each earl can basically send out an army of more than 2,000 and less than 10,000 people. This group of troops has an independent commander, either the earl himself or the military chief under the earl. The number of this group of troops also accounts for about 100,000.

The third part, and the part that gave Carlisle the most headaches, was the troops sent from other parts of the empire to support. Basically, the other five duchies and royal territories in the empire had sent about 10,000 troops. The quality varied, but overall it was acceptable, except for the Duchy of Naples.

The Duchy of Naples, which had the worst relationship with the Duchy of Antica, only sent 5,000 militiamen. Carlisle felt a headache looking at these 5,000 militiamen and could only arrange them to the rear to maintain law and order and supply lines.

The number of troops in this part was about 50,000, but because they were sent by people of the same or even higher rank, the officers commanding them, Carlisle, had no control over them.

If Carlisle had spoken to them in a friendly and amicable manner at normal times, they might have listened to him for Lucius' sake. But now that Lucius was ill and the situation on the front was deteriorating, these commanders did not trust Carlisle's ability. Except for Prussia's army, which he could still command, all other armies were guarding their respective defense zones, seeking not to make any achievements but to avoid making any mistakes.

The reason why Carlisle convened a joint military meeting was to make the army of that group of uncles take action through discussion and voting by everyone at the meeting.

The human army of 250,000 consumes a lot of food and fodder every day on the front line. Although there is funding from other duchies, if it continues like this, the economy of the Duchy of Antica, which has just started to improve, will probably be dragged down by the war again.

Half an hour later, a joint military meeting was held.

Carlisle sat in the chair and watched

The officers below.

On his left were representatives of the armies of various earls within the duchy, and on his right were representatives of foreign aid troops.

"I believe everyone has heard that three more cities were breached yesterday. We lost more than 10,000 soldiers in just one day yesterday." Carlisle said this with a frown.

"Right now, all my troops that can serve as reserves have been deployed to the front line. My idea is that in some defense areas where the pressure is not so heavy, we can appropriately transfer some troops to support the areas with greater pressure. Otherwise, if the front line is breached, your troops will be vulnerable to attacks from the flanks."

"Ha, after all this talk, what you mean is nothing more than that you are no longer capable and need our help?" The representative of the Dukedom of Napoli spoke from the audience. "Our mission was arranged before the war, and we only obeyed the orders of the supreme commander of the frontline army, Duke Lucius. Now Duke Lucius is injured and cannot come to the frontline. You are the temporary commander of the army, and you missed the opportunity to fight, which led to the fall of several cities. How can we trust you with your ability?"

"..." Carlisle remained silent as he listened to the words of the Napoli representative.

The other party was right, he had indeed missed the opportunity to fight, but when he was taking remedial measures, he did not choose to believe himself.

The key is that you can’t even use the opponent’s soldiers!

He clearly only had 5,000 militiamen under his command, but he pretended as if he had 50,000 elite soldiers. Even he was trying to puff himself up with bragging.

What's more, they came here for "friendly assistance". If I scold them, the troops of other dukes will inevitably be disheartened.

Just at this moment, footsteps were suddenly heard at the door.

Then, Orson appeared at the door of the military tent, followed by Litt.

Everyone turned to look at the two people who walked in. They were about to refute something, but after seeing the family emblem on their chests, they all shut their mouths.

"General Carlisle." Orson looked at Carlisle and walked up.

Carlisle also stood up.

"Mr. Orson, why are you here suddenly?"

"Helping my father deal with some things." Orson said this with a smile, then he looked at the officers sitting at the long table.

"General Carlisle, who are these people?"

"Ah, they are members of the Joint Military Conference." Carlisle explained the content of the joint meeting to Orson.

"I understand."

Hearing this, Orson nodded.

Then he moved a chair and sat next to Carlisle.

"Hello everyone, from today on, I will take over the responsibility of being the commander-in-chief of the front line in place of my father, Duke Lucius."

As he said this, he glanced at everyone.

After hearing Orson's words, everyone had different expressions, but most of them were surprised and puzzled.

They didn't understand why Lucius let such a young man be the commander-in-chief of the front-line troops.