At the Allied Command, Earl Piers, who learned the news, did not fly into a rage.
Would they still be considered nobles if nobles behaved themselves?
If the Fifth Army showed no reaction after such a big loss, that would be the real problem.
Raiding, in Knight Hudson's eyes, seemed severe, but it was of little importance to Earl Piers.
Which army did not raid?
Every noble lord carried their own provisions to the battlefield. If they were not allowed to raid, what would they use to make up for their losses?
If they ran at a loss a couple of times, it would be fine. But if they continuously lost heavily ten or eight times, even a large family business would go bankrupt.
In Earl Piers' view, as long as provisions arrived on time, everything else was a minor issue.
The gap between these concepts could not be closed in a short time, even though Hudson had tried hard to assimilate into this world.
After all, it had only been a few months since he arrived in this world. Compared to decades of his previous life, this was really insignificant.
He could change his actions but was still influenced by his thinking. This was both an advantage and a disadvantage.
It was mainly a problem of the circle he was in. After crossing to this world, he only dealt with small nobles, who were also his role models for learning and imitating.
Without standing at a certain height, it would be difficult to understand the thoughts of the higher-ups.
"James, send someone to inform the Fifth Army to speed up their march. Also, let them know that I am aware of the situation and let them handle it on their own."
Earl Piers said with a sneer.
Now was not the time to fuss. The rebels were trickier than expected, setting many traps along the way and causing considerable hardship for the Allied Forces.
If it hadn't been for the scouting of the Gryphon Cavalry, who discovered the enemy's plot in advance, they would have faced significant losses.
Facing an enemy with no morals and arriving at Dardiel City within three days was clearly an impossible task.
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Hudson, who was pulled out of his sleep, looked at Earl Piers' military order and was speechless.
What was the use of warning him? Who knew where the raiding army had gone?
If they really wanted to find people, it would be far more efficient to send the Gryphon Cavalry to scout from the sky than searching slowly on the ground.
However, for such a shady act, his unreliable allies must have disguised it. Even for the Gryphon Cavalry, it would be difficult to discover unless they observed closely.
"Knight Hiludi, I'm also looking for the legion commander, but there's no clue at all.
Nearly all the officers of the Fifth Army are missing. Look at this chaotic troop, which could collapse at any moment. How can they speed up their march?
Or should we go back and tell His Excellency the Count to send a hundred knights over as officers? This way, the marching speed can be increased instantly."
Hudson said with a distressed look.
He didn't know, had no idea, and was still clueless.
As a qualified noble, how could he betray his companion?
As long as he was not tortured, he, Hudson, would keep his mouth completely shut. Nobody could get the news of the Fifth Army's raiding from him.
Even if the truth was discovered by Earl Piers, Hudson would play dumb all the way. If anyone dared to investigate, he would play the helpless card.
The current supply convoy was a mess. A major battle was imminent at the front line, but Hudson did not believe that Earl Piers could really pull out more than a hundred knights to clean up the mess.
Without leftover-receivers, he, the "glue master', had to carry on. No matter how slow is the marching speed, at least he kept the logistics.
If they rashly replaced people and caused the troops to collapse, this expedition would return without any achievements.
"Knight Hudson, are you threatening the Earl?"
Knight Hiludi, who deduced the implied meaning, asked furiously.
"No! Knight Hiludi, I'm just stating a fact.
The officers of the Fifth Army are missing, leaving me, the unlucky one, to clean up the mess.
You can go and see. There are all serf soldiers in the camp. You can't even see a qualified soldier.
What I'm commanding now is a group of serfs who just put down their hoes, not an army. It's too harsh to demand them to the standard of an army.
To ensure a daily march of twenty miles, I have done my best. If you want to speed up, you have to ask His Excellency the Count to send officers to reinforce military discipline."
Hudson tried hard to argue.
Speeding up the march is not impossible if it means betraying my allies, but there has to be more money.
Without sufficient benefits, he would not turn traitor. However, these are clearly beyond the authority of Knight Hiludi.
"Hmph!"
"I will report today's matter to His Excellency the Count truthfully. I hope Knight Hudson will not regret it!"
Knight Hiludi said angrily.
However, his anger didn't last long. It was appeased by a small box full of gold coins. A smile finally appeared on his overcast face.
As if to say, wouldn't it be alright if it had been like this earlier? Was it necessary to put on such a drama?
After a moment of hesitation, Knight Hiludi slowly said, "The issue with the Fifth Army is grave, His Excellency the Count is very angry. But that's their fault.
Knight Hudson, you stood out in a difficult situation and pulled back from the brink. I believe His Excellency the Count will be very pleased when he learns of this."
Seeing that his goal was achieved, Hudson, enduring the sting, said, "This needs Knight Hiludi's support. After the success, the Koslow Clan will surely reward you handsomely!"
Even though he could only represent himself now, it didn't stop Hudson from issuing blank checks. As for how to fulfill the promise afterwards, he would see when the time comes. Who made his weight not enough?
The word 'official' comes in two forms. The same thing, when said by different mouths, would have a completely different nature.
Hudson had studied history thoroughly and knew very well the consequences of offending the messenger. Even with the capital to give up, who would willingly give up without being forced?
To show his respect for Earl Piers, Hudson decided to increase the daily march by 0.5 miles from tomorrow.
He couldn't increase it more. Without added money, he really had no motivation.
In front of Knight Hiludi, when the sky had not yet lightened, Hudson ordered the soldiers to get up, light the fire, and cook, demonstrating his efforts through actual actions.
Under the guidance of some deliberate people, the soldiers naturally performed. The chaotic scene was as lively as a market, leaving Knight Hiludi speechless.
Leading such a team to transport food, if it did not collapse, that person would be a genius. It was really not easy to ensure a daily march of twenty miles.
Looking at Hudson again, Knight Hiludi's eyes were much more enthusiastic. Unlike the pure trade of interests before, now he genuinely wanted to make friends.
Noble Survival Law, Article N: Befriending capable people can help oneself to make better progress.
The feelings were mutual. Both sides hit it off and quickly went from strangers to a relationship like uncle and nephew.
Thinking about it, Hudson lost for words It seemed that since the expedition, he had added a dozen of uncles.