Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters

Chapter 473: Chapter 76 The Eldest Son Goes All Out_3

But Paratu at the front lines are halted under the fortified city, while their homeland has been breached from the rear. The White Lion Yasin has turned Paratu from an invincible deity into a mortal that bleeds.

The hyenas have already smelled the blood; Yasin’s allies will be scrambling over one another to join the feast. They no longer consider themselves prey but rather see you as theirs.

You might defeat one tribe, two tribes, but when all the Hurd tribes come together to share the lion’s meat, you will be crushed to pieces. If your generals are not fools, they should retreat immediately after winning this battle,”

Winters organized his thoughts and countered, “Do you mean to say that the White Lion Yasin has deliberately sought to prove that Paratu is not invincible? And even though we’ve defeated the Red River Tribe, we are now encircled by all the Hurd tribes?”

“In terms of results, yes, that’s what it means.”

“But aren’t the Hurd tribes disunited?” Winters couldn’t accept this: “How could any of the tribes help the White Lion?”

“Well, I have no idea about that!” Brother Reed patted Winters on the shoulder: “Kid, if you want to know how the Red River Tribe has been colluding with the other tribes, you’ll have to go ask Yasin himself.”

Winters felt an indescribable taste in his mouth, “Do you think the Paratu People are doomed to defeat?”

“No! Quite the opposite,” Reed stated emphatically. “I believe Paratu will achieve the ultimate victory.”

“Why?” Winters puzzled.

Reed spoke with emotion, “From what I’ve observed, Paratu is still on the rise. Its people are brave and robust, its ruler is not feeble or incompetent. With the support of the other four nations, one defeat won’t cripple them.

Paratu’s vitality is far stronger than that of the Hurd tribes; a failure would only serve as a lesson for the Paratu People. The next time they strike, it will be harder, more accurate, and more powerful.

Over the past decade, I have traveled through all the Republics; it’s not just Paratu that’s on the rise, but the entire Alliance is thriving. Ned Smith has left you thirty years of peace, the future of this Federation is boundless.”

“Kid, you’re at the right age.” Reed looked at Winters, a smile creeping through the wrinkles of his face: “You might just experience an entire golden age.”

This time it was Winters who sighed, “A golden age? Let’s not start a civil war first.”

The old man countered, “What of a civil war? A civil war is also a way to consolidate resources.”

The enmity between The Federated Provinces and Vineta is complicated; Winters couldn’t make it clear to the old soothsayer.

Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he raised his eyebrows to ask the old soothsayer, “If you thought this battle was doomed to defeat, why didn’t you warn me, or Colonel Jeska, or General Sekler?”

Reed glanced sideways at Winters and asked, “If I said ‘chicken breast’, would you understand?”

“What do you mean?” Winters was completely baffled.

“Have you ever heard of a sage named ‘Fertile Land’?”

Winters shook his head repeatedly, racking his brains he couldn’t recall any sage named ‘Fertile Land’.

“How about the book ‘The Romances of Three States’? Have you heard of that?”

That was even more preposterous; Winters hadn’t even heard of it.

“Then there’s no way I can explain it to you.” Reed burst out laughing so hard he began to cough, “Just think of me as an old charlatan, spouting nonsense to you. If you take these words before the general, he wouldn’t believe me, either. It’s as simple as that.”

…

Meanwhile, at Army Headquarters, General Alpad’s face was stern as one piece of bad news after another was delivered to his desk.

The twelve squads of Piaoqi Troops chasing remnants of the Red River Tribe encountered nearly ten thousand enemies in the northwest.

The enemy was cautious and did not initiate an attack on the Paratu Piaoqi Troops but kept rallying the remnants of the Red River Tribe, with their numbers growing ever larger.

The twelve squads of Piaoqi Troops, totaling just over fifteen hundred cavalry, seeing no opportunity for advantage, left a few scouts behind and returned to camp.

They brought back intelligence that described the Barbarian Chief they faced that night as having a reddish complexion and a tall build. Based on physical characteristics, he might be the great chieftain of the Terdun Tribe, the Fire-maker.

The arrival of the Fire-maker was not the worst of Alpad’s concerns, after all, the Terdun Tribe had already entered the war but had been focusing their attention on the Bridgehead Fortress under Jeska’s command.

The most troubling piece of intelligence for Major General Alpad was the overnight reports from spies and informants in the Hurd tribes sent to Paratu.

The Haidong Tribe and Suz Tribe were amassing forces, demanding their dependent smaller tribes to “send forth their eldest sons”.

Due to delays on the road, Alpad surmised that by the time he received the reports, it was very likely that the Haidong and Suz Tribes had already deployed their forces.

The three great tribes of the Hurd were set to unite.

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