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

Together with the Duke of Naples who had sworn allegiance to him, Alsace instantly gained the support of four of the six dukes, and it could be said that he was sure to win the battle for the throne.

Chapter 6: The Time Has Come (K)

Afterwards, Orson told Arthas about the military intelligence on the front line, and also told Arthas about the various problems currently facing the front line without reservation.

Arthas glanced at the map and nodded, having already formed his own judgment on the situation on the battlefield.

However, when it comes to Alsace arriving at the front, there is another issue that needs to be discussed.

That is the question of command of the front-line troops.

Before Arthas arrived, the command of the front-line troops was given to Orson, but that didn't matter, after all, Orson was appointed by Lucius.

But things are different now.

Arthas is a prince, and he has been in the army for some time. Even if Lucius is on the front line, he should consider whether he should give way to Arthas and let Arthas be the commander-in-chief on the front line.

As if considering Orson's concerns, Arthas smiled and said, "Master Orson, don't worry. I am here to help you as an ally. I will follow your instructions."

"I feel relieved with your words, Your Highness." Upon hearing this, Orson expressed his gratitude to Arthas.

"By the way, Master Orson, can you tell me what is on that table?" Arthas said, pointing to the sand table on another table.

"Ah, that's a sand table," said Orson.

"Sand table?"

"Yes." Orson nodded, and then explained: "The so-called sand table is to mark the main terrain around the battlefield with sand. When the commander makes a decision, he can use the sand table to see the terrain of the front line. At that time, it will be of great help to the battle situation on the front line."

"I see..." Upon hearing this, Arthas walked to the sand table.

With the joint cooperation of magicians and hunters around the battlefield, this sand table was made in great detail, and basically every mountain and dangerous terrain was marked out.

Although it can only play an auxiliary role in the commander's decision-making, there is no doubt that with this assistance, the commander's decision will be more accurate and more plans can be made.

Looking at the sand table, Arthas silently took note of it, preparing to widely apply this technology in the Imperial Army in the future.

"By the way, Master Orson..." When Arthas saw the sand table, he suddenly had an idea.

"Your Highness, please speak."

"I was thinking, by having magicians fly high in the sky and record the topography of all places in the empire, can we make a sand table of considerable size?"

"...Your Highness, your ideas are quite advanced." Orson said this, and was shocked.

So it turns out that the people in this world are not necessarily dumber than Orson, who has more knowledge. As long as Orson can put forward a useful idea, they can draw inferences from it and make more favorable changes.

According to Arthas's idea, the empire is vast, and the terrain of each place is different. Through the magician's eyes in the sky, a "microscopic" empire is created, shrinking the entire empire onto a sand table. If a war breaks out in any part of the empire, the commander in the center does not even need to go to the front line in person, and can use the sand table and

Topographic maps make a series of plans.

Of course, in order to accurately reflect the terrain of each region, the scale of this sand table will definitely not be small.

It will naturally take a long time.

It takes a lot of time to let the magician fly into the sky and use the recording magic stone to record the surrounding terrain, and it takes a lot of time to invite craftsmen to convert the terrain into a sand table in proportion.

"Let's talk about this after the war is over. The cost is indeed quite high." Arthas said this and ended the topic.

Then he turned and looked at Orson.

"Master Orson, the problem on the front line is quite serious right now. Although the forest is indeed quite large, if the orcs really burn it all down, so much land in the east will be wasted, right?"

"Although the loss may not be big for others, Master Orson, Antica is your territory after all. This forest is so large, and so many people depend on it for their survival. If it is burned down in a raging fire, how can we rebuild it..."

"Your Highness, you don't have to worry about that." Orson shook his head.

Orson had already made preparations to accommodate the disaster victims and refugees.

In fact, after Celinina successfully expanded the city of Antica, other cities in the Duchy of Antica also approached Celinina and asked her to help them expand their cities.

These expanded cities are perfect for accommodating refugees from the East, and can even be used to drive the development of the western region of Antica.

In Orson's opinion, the development of the Antica region is generally imperfect. If we can make good use of this wave of immigrants and bring the development level of the west to the advanced level of the empire, it will be beneficial to the entire Duchy of Antica.

As for the problem of the mountains and forests being burned and the land being left barren...

……

Three days later, the fire still did not stop.

The orcs followed the spreading fire and slowly advanced forward.

During this period, the harassment of the orcs by human mercenary guerrillas was significantly reduced, because the mountains and forests, their shelters, had been burned down by the orcs.

After losing the cover of the woods, many human mercenaries had no choice but to fight the orcs to the death, while others hid in the rear and dared not move out.

In these days, the human mercenaries have lost more than five thousand people, and the orcs have suffered similar losses.

This is acceptable to both sides because the strength of mercenaries is stronger than that of ordinary human regular troops.

The orcs were quite satisfied with this wise decision.

Although the pace of progress was slightly slowed down, the losses were also greatly reduced.

Because they followed the fire all the way, the orcs even gave themselves the nickname "Burning Legion".

The orcs respectfully call the United Chieftain Baru "The Burning Lord"

"Chief Baru, I toast you!" In the central military tent of the orc main force, a tall orc was holding a barrel of wine seized from humans. He raised the barrel to salute Baru, then put the barrel to his mouth and drank the wine in gulps.

"Thanks to you, Chief Baru." Another orc tore the steak in his mouth and swallowed it, saying vaguely: "If it weren't for you, many of our soldiers would have been killed in this mountain forest during this attack."

"Haha, no, no." Baru was a little drunk at the moment, and he raised his glass to toast. "I just did some minor work. The real heroes of the orcs are those who sacrificed their lives for the orcs on the front line."

"Speaking of which, have you discovered a pattern?" After three rounds of drinks, an orc leader spoke up.

"What's the pattern?"

"We captured quite a few prisoners before. The men were okay, but the women kept saying things like 'Gu, kill me'." The orc rubbed his head. "Compared to that, I still prefer the straightforward men. After all, they would really beg for mercy if they were captured."

"So what did you do with those female prisoners in the end?"

"Kill them. Are you really going to keep them alive and let them eat food? Get rid of them. They are so ugly, with thin arms and legs. Who would like that kind of thing?"

"If they are kept as exiles, the soldiers below will feel sick when they see them."

"Really..." Upon hearing this, the others also nodded.

Just at this moment, the sound of raindrops falling on the tent was heard.

At first, everyone didn't know what was going on, only Baru, who was drinking nearby, suddenly sobered up.

He quickly stood up and ran out of the military tent.

Bean-sized raindrops hit his head, and then, in an instant, the wind blew violently and heavy rain poured down.

The orcs were used to living in the desert and usually relied on oases and wells for water. It only rained for a few days a year in the desert, and it usually rained at night. Now, facing this torrential rain, no one had ever seen such a scene.

Most of the orcs were still immersed in the joy of rain. After all, for the orcs, rain was definitely a happy event. But Baru angrily threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground.

He looked at the mountains and forests in the distance.

At this moment, although the forest is still burning, the fire has gradually weakened, and only smoke can be seen.

Human power is ultimately no match for nature. With this kind of heavy rain, all the wildfires will be extinguished in less than a day.

Baru gritted his teeth and looked at the wildfire in the distance, wondering what he was thinking.

At this time, the other commanders came out of the tent belatedly. Looking at the heavy rain and thinking about the arson they had just talked about, their faces turned ugly.

A fierce battle is coming again.

However, compared with the delays and fierce battles after the fire stops, various other problems will follow.

"Chief, Chief!" At this time, the orc in charge of the granary ran to Baru.

"The granary we built temporarily was destroyed due to strong winds and sudden rainfall. The grain inside was seriously damp. Although we have tried our best to rescue it, we can only save one tenth of it in the end..."

"What!?" Upon hearing this, not only Baru, but everyone present could no longer suppress their inner emotions. Some of them simply rushed directly to their own military bases, wanting to see how much damage their troops had suffered.

……

In Phoenix City, Orson finished dealing with today's military affairs and walked out of the room.

Looking at the gray sky and feeling the cold wind with humid air blowing towards him, Orson felt very comfortable.

"Leet, do you remember what I told you before? War depends on the right time, right place, and right people, right?" Orson said to Leet who was following behind him. "Do you know that?"

"In other parts of the empire, the climate is usually drier in autumn and winter, but in the eastern part of the Antica Duchy, that is, the area from Phoenix City to the front line."

There are many mountains and forests here, and in the fall and winter, the weather, which should be dry and cold, is actually wet and cold.

"Especially during the transition period from autumn to winter, there will be a fairly long rainy season."

"That's fine in normal times, but according to local records, every thirty years, the rainfall during the rainy season here becomes heavier than in normal years."

"And this year happens to be the year when the thirty-year cycle comes again."

"Leet, it's going to rain."

Litt listened to Orson's words and felt shocked.

"Orson, have you even thought of this?"

"Of course." Orson nodded. "As a commander, knowing the land we stand on is a necessary quality and the key to defeating the enemy."

"I'm afraid this rain is going to be quite heavy. The orcs always attacked in spring and summer in previous years. Why did they choose autumn and winter this year?" Orson asked Litt, half to himself.

"Orson, what should we do next..."

"What's next..." Orson thought for a moment after hearing this, and then said, "Of course, when the orcs have internal conflicts and are ready to withdraw, we will catch up with them and reclaim their land."

……

On the other side, the Duchy of Naples.

"Have you found out about the so-called Lison Chamber of Commerce's investment in Naples?" Giovanni asked in a deep voice while looking at the financial official sitting opposite him in the Duke's Palace.

"Your Excellency the Duke, this is the workshop with the capital background of the Lison Chamber of Commerce that we have found in the past few months. May I ask what you are going to do next?"

"Freeze all the funds of these workshops, seal them up, and put them under the operation of the Duke's Palace." Giovanni said this and made the decision with a wave of his hand.

"I understand." The subordinate nodded.

"In addition, impose a large import tariff on all the clothing and textiles shipped from the Duke of Aragon, and give tax incentives to the family textile workshops in the territory to stimulate the economy in the territory."

"Okay." Upon hearing this, the subordinate also recorded it.

"Okay, go down and do what I tell you to do. If you do it well, you will definitely get a promotion and a raise."

"Yes!" The subordinate stood up, bowed respectfully to Giovanni, and then left the Duke's Palace.

"Your Excellency the Duke, your guest has arrived." At this moment, a young maid came to Giovanni and bowed to him.

"Okay, I'll go now." Giovanni said this, stood up and walked to his study.

Then, standing at the door of the study, Giovanni quickly adjusted his expression. Giovanni, who had just been so majestic in front of his subordinates, instantly turned into an amiable elder next door.

Then he opened the door and walked into the room.

Inside the room, a handsome young man with short red hair was already sitting in the guest seat. He was Celinina's second brother, Lawrence Bonaventura, the second son of the Silver Moon Chamber of Commerce, who was in charge of the affairs of the Aragon branch.

"Nephew Lawrence, long time no see." Giovanni said this, hugged Lawrence gently, and then separated.

"It's been a long time since we last met. You've become much more handsome again." He praised with a smile. "It's a pity that I only have one son, Donnie. If I had a daughter, I would definitely let you be my son-in-law."

"Haha, Uncle Giovanni is joking." Lawrence said this and smiled back.

Then Giovanni sat on the chair and looked at Lawrence, staring for a long time.

"Uncle Giovanni, what are you looking at? Is there something wrong with my appearance today..."

"No." Giovanni shook his head. "I just think that compared to Mark, you are more like your grandfather."

As Giovanni finished speaking, Lawrence felt his heart skip a beat.

"Uncle Giovanni, what do you mean?"

"Ah, I don't mean anything else, just treat what I just said as a joke." Giovanni said this and waved his hand. "But I really think that sometimes, a person's background is very important."

"It's like you are President Louis' son, which means you are destined to have a better life than most common people. You don't have to worry about food, clothing, or other expenses."