The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

Chapter 198 Stud is a kind of wisdom

Soon after, White joined forces with Laurie and the Third Army.

In response to Laurie's concerns, White said, "Our route has just come into contact with the resistance, and I've even sent soldiers to support them. According to their intelligence, the demon army has already entered Doug's territory and will probably eventually come to the Golden Plains to fight us."

"That bastard Doug killed the Grand Duke with the help of the demons, and now he's asking the demons for help again. He deserves to die!"

White slammed his hand on the table, as if recalling the arduous years he had spent defending Winterhold.

"The governor already mentioned this in his reply, but can the demons' entry really change the course of the battle?"

Laurie stroked his chin and began to think. The once fierce demons now seemed to Laurie no more than strong soldiers. Could it be that these demons were the source of Doug's confidence?

White quickly calmed down and answered Laurie's question: "According to the soldiers who went to support the resistance, something seems wrong with the demons. They have started to believe in a cult. The demons who came into contact with the resistance are like cult members, and they may be much stronger than the demons from before."

"If it were ordinary demons coming to plunder, the resistance army could handle them, but those regular demon legions are now very difficult for the resistance army to stop."

The resistance's weaponry is superior to that of the Doug Army. However, to prevent weapons from leaking out, their overall equipment is definitely inferior to that of the regular army. The resistance does not have the magical weapons that are standard equipment for the regular army. But after White made contact with them, he still gave the resistance a very high evaluation. In fact, White wanted to recruit many soldiers into the Third Army.

The fact that such a resistance force was helpless against the demon army truly shows that the demon army had ill intentions.

But White didn't think that believing in an evil god could change anything. If the magic of an evil god were really that convenient, the world would be full of cultists by now.

Finally, White summarized and said to Laurie, "Forget about all the conspiracies and tricks. In any case, the advantage in direct combat is in our hands, and the initiative is also in our hands. If you are really worried, we can send some troops to probe the enemy's strength."

This kind of pre-battle reconnaissance is a specialty of the Lars Knights: using a small number of elite soldiers to probe the enemy before the main force arrives.

Laurie nodded in agreement. Even if the demons were like fanatical cultists, all beings were equal before artillery and machine guns.

Although the governor had warned that the evil god worshipped by the demons might be somewhat strange, the army would not stop advancing because of this speculation.

Hammond, who was standing nearby, also volunteered, saying, "Then I'll take charge of the vanguard. I'll live up to the mission."

White had also heard of Hammond's achievements, and Hammond also had a fully armed squad of professionals under his command, making him the perfect candidate.

But Laurie said, "Don't rush. Some of our comrades are still on their way, and the Governor's railway is still under construction. We can stall for time until the Governor's railway is almost finished before we start the war. Before that, we should establish strongholds to prevent any unusual movements from the other side."

This decision can be described as very mature, and White had no objections. Although this might allow the demon army that came to support them to prepare slowly, the two armies of the Gray and White Collar are currently in a rather deep position, backed by some nobles who have just surrendered. It is really worrying. If there is a slight setback at the front, those nobles behind them might start to make trouble. It is better to wait until the supply line is completed before making any plans.

Meanwhile, Doug was receiving the commander-in-chief of the demon army.

Unlike ordinary demons, this demon commander-in-chief has an extremely large body.

"Lord Noam, these are Governor Doug's troops."

The short demon envoy was diligently introducing himself to the demon commander-in-chief named Noam.

"A bunch of shrimp soldiers and crab generals."

Noam clearly looked down on the disheveled soldiers in the castle square and continued, "As expected, humans are just an inferior race. Why won't they obediently submit to us?"

Although he really wanted to say that the demons had all been defeated by the Gray Collars' resistance before, Doug, who had allowed the demon army to enter the North, didn't dare to talk back at this moment.

Although the demon army was not large in number, the soldiers in the castle square were indeed poorly dressed, and these soldiers were the elite soldiers who had previously made a name for themselves in the Eastern Territory.

After looking around, Noam asked Doug, "Governor, where are your other soldiers?"

"They are all on their way to the Golden Harvest Plain."

Although it was just superficial politeness, at least the other party still addressed him as the governor, which reassured Doug a lot; at least he still retained his last shred of dignity.

“Very good, but not enough people. We need more. It would be best to call everyone in the territory over, understand? Only in this way can we stop your niece’s husband.”

Noam patted Doug on the shoulder, seemingly to encourage him, but Doug only managed to avoid being swayed by Noam's pat by activating his Knight Stance.

Are demons now this strong?

"No matter how many people there are, they're just cannon fodder."

Doug managed to maintain his composure, shook his head, and said to Noam, "You haven't faced the Gray Collar's army head-on, so you don't know how terrifying their artillery is."

But Noam said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter. We have our own ways of dealing with their artillery. You just need to send the people to the Golden Harvest Plain, understand? Governor Doug."

After saying that, Noam looked at the valley outside the castle, licked his lips, and continued, "Aren't there still many people over there? We can bring them onto the battlefield too."

"Those are just ordinary people; they don't even know how to use a musket!"

Doug sensed something was wrong. It seemed the demons wanted to send all his people to the battlefield. But even if Doug could do it and win, who would farm for him afterward? What was the point of having a territory if everyone was wiped out?

"What does it matter? Believe me, Governor, the more men we send to the battlefield, the better. The more we send, the greater our chances of winning. Only if we win will your nephew-in-law negotiate with you, right? If we win decisively, it's not impossible to take back some other places as well."

Noam is like a dealer in a casino, constantly tempting Doug to increase his bets; all-in is a kind of wisdom.

But Doug shook his head in the end, maintaining his composure as he led the demon commander-in-chief around.

That evening, Doug's two younger brothers, and Lena's other two uncles, came to find Doug.

"Second brother!"

"Those bastards from the demon race forcibly dragged all the people from our territory away to join the army!"

The two younger brothers originally had ulterior motives, but as the power displayed by the gray-collar workers grew stronger, they felt at ease and shrank back, letting Doug take the fall.

Doug said helplessly, "The demons want to take all our people away and kill them on the battlefield. That way, even if we win, we'll have territory but no people, and we'll have no choice but to obey the demons."

Finally, Doug patted his two partners on the shoulder. Doug wasn't surprised by the demon's behavior; it was clearly a way to better control him in the future. But Doug already found it difficult to resist. He just couldn't understand where the demon got the confidence to think he could defeat the Gray Collar.