The Regressed Mercenary’s Machinations



Count Godif, the supreme commander of Falkenheim's army, stroked his beard and chuckled.

"As expected. They don't know what to do."

Currently, the marquis's forces had deliberately stretched their frontlines, ensuring they could provide reinforcements anywhere as needed. The suppression force had attempted to engage them multiple times, but each time, Falkenheim's forces simply pulled back, keeping a safe distance. When the suppression force attempted to besiege another noble's stronghold, Falkenheim's forces would close in just enough to threaten them.

As a result, the suppression force was struggling to determine its next move.

With such a massive army, their movements were sluggish. No matter where they struck, they risked being encircled by Falkenheim's forces. And if they tried to counter this by splitting their army, that would be even better. An undisciplined force like theirs would only become easier to dismantle if their numbers thinned out.

"We just have to wait. Eventually, they'll make a critical mistake."

Godif muttered with absolute confidence.

Until now, they had been caught off guard and forced into a defensive stance. But that was only because of the sudden and unorthodox attacks. Now that their forces were properly organized, they wouldn't be taken by surprise again.

All they had to do was wait for the suppression force to fragment.

And just as Godif had predicted, cracks were already forming within the enemy's ranks faster than expected.

One of the neutral lords who had joined the suppression force, Count Hurvis, was growing increasingly frustrated.

His patience had run thin.

Storming into Andrew's command tent, he exploded in anger.

"It's already been three days! Three days! Where the hell is our acting supreme commander?!"

Andrew wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, clearly troubled.

"Uh... well, you see... he went out on a reconnaissance mission-"

"A reconnaissance mission?! You mean to tell me he took five hundred mercenaries with him and still hasn't returned?!" Hurvis was livid.

The army was starving-supply lines had dried up.

In truth, he wanted to resort to pillaging, but there was nothing left to loot in the surrounding areas.