"Hmph!"

After a cold snort, Caesar III spoke out in discontent: "The Orcs have always been cunning. The front lines have long been in a perilous situation, it's inappropriate for the kingdom's major generals to leave at this moment.

Nobles with reputations, they all have their own issues to deal with and are probably tied up.

Well, let Little Caesar try it. It will be a good opportunity for him to get some experience and improve his military command skills."

As for the Crown Prince going to the battlefield for training, everyone tacitly chose to remain silent on this issue. Rational politicians all know that it's best to not interfere in such matters.

On the Continent of Aslante, it's commonplace for the King to go to the battlefield. It's not unusual for the Crown Prince to go to the front line for "show".

However, going to the Moxi Duchy is ultimately filled with uncertainty. Although the Moxi Duchy wouldn't dare to let anything happen to Crown Prince Caesar, the problem is the Orcs would dare to!

The battlefield is fraught with uncertainties. If anything were to happen to the Crown Prince, wouldn't those who chose to support him become the object of subsequent anger?

Opposition, needless to say.

Doubting the Crown Prince's abilities would not only offend the current king, but also the next king, ensuring a bleak future.

Even if there are other nobles who could execute this task, now they can only be absent.

...

On receiving the news of the sudden high-level personnel change, Hudson immediately ordered his subordinates: "Pass the command, slow down the marching speed to twenty miles per day from now on.

Tom, send someone to notify the officer in charge of coordinating supplies. The reason is: reinforcements from all counties are too slow, we have to wait for them to catch up and act together."

Twenty miles a day only takes a morning, clear-cut work-shirking.

No choice – who caused Count Jose's title of Chief Commander to be suddenly revoked by the capital?

Without an audience, what's the point of showing such enthusiasm?

To mix in the officialdom, mere outstanding performance is not enough, it's also necessary to keep an eye on the top leaders.

Count Jose needs everyone to reach the Moxi Duchy as soon as possible, but it doesn't mean the next coalition commander, the Crown Prince, thinks the same.

Especially the new commander, who is the top-class second-generation – the Crown Prince.

When Hudson first received this news, he thought someone was joking with him.

Such a dangerous mission, and they're actually letting the Crown Prince lead the team?

Even if Count Jose is inadequate, a prestigious noble could be used instead. If really necessary, a close member of the royal family could be dispatched.

But recalling the traditions of the Continent of Aslante, Hudson dismissed his initial thoughts.

It's dangerous for these reinforcements to go, but for the Crown Prince to go for "show", it's likely to be the safest option.

The people of the Moxi Duchy wouldn't dare to let Crown Prince Caesar go to the front line. Trying to make merits under legitimate cover is much easier than making achievements domestically.

If the Crown Prince wants to earn merits domestically, he not only needs to personally participate in the battlefield, but also has to take part in front-line command.

If there were a significant defeat, there's a chance the Crown Prince could be lost in the process. In the history of the Alpha Kingdom, there was more than one king who died in battle, and many more princes who died on the front line.

Caesar III only has one son and naturally can't participate in such high-risk activities.

But to firmly establish his position as king without any military achievements, he would be lacking confidence when dealing with the major nobles domestically.

In such a shareholding kingdom, the king is just a major shareholder. If their prestige is insufficient, they are easily controlled by the minor shareholders, whose voices can be grasped and influenced.

This rescue operation is undoubtedly a good opportunity. Just need to sit back and coordinate; if there are victories on the front lines, then the Crown Prince would share the credit. In the event of defeat, there would always be someone readily taking the blame.

Hudson had no interest in fighting wars with this kind of second generation. Sharing war achievements is one thing, but the worst fear is blind command.

As for currying favor, for a noble who has reached his stature and position, as long as they don't aspire for development in the central government, pleasing the king is meaningless.

Even the powerful Caesar III, despite having been in power for decades, has not fostered a new major noble.

The kingdom's resources are limited, operating on a typical "one turnip, one hole" model. Unless a major family falls, no one can rise against the tide.

Usually tilling their own fields in their domains, living ordinary days without contention with others, trying to please the Crown Prince is purely a waste of time.

His current cautious approach is simply because he doesn't want to offend anyone, so as not to become a target of intimidation.

...

As the marching speed slowed down, Hudson had time to strictly enforce discipline. Under the efforts of a group of aristocratic military officers, the team became more and more organized.

With almost uniform pace, the imposing force of fifteen thousand people walking together is enough to stir fear from a distance.

Just look at the faces of the nobles along the way and you'll see, one by one, they are all deterred by this military discipline. "Elite", this is definitely an elite force.

Despite the snail-like progress and no military exploits to report, Hudson's fame has already resounded throughout half of the Alpha Kingdom.

Under the blazing sun, just as Hudson ordered a rest on the spot, a squad of Gryphon Cavalry appeared in the sky above the troops.

Hudson took a distant look at the sky and then directly ignored it. Similar scenes had happened more than once along the way.

It's expected that a squadron of Gryphon Cavalry would inspect the sudden appearance of a large passing army within his own territory.

Above the clouds, a magical beast eagle, its feathers golden and its eyes emitting a sharp glow, attracted attention.

Absent on the eagle, sat a gorgeously dressed young man, currently overlooking the land below.

"It's better to see than hear, I didn't expect the noble's private army of Layton County to be truly an elite force. This task is becoming more and more interesting," Crown Prince Caesar spoke excitedly.

Leading his first expedition, stability is paramount. Leading an elite force onto the battlefield is always more reliable than leading a mob.

"Your Highness, do not be careless. Among the reinforcements sent by the kingdom this time, only the Layton County Legion led by Viscount Hudson is of any use.

The performance of the other five legions is just, well, indescribable. Once you see them, you'll realize this task is not simple."

Count Jose, mounted on a gryphon, hurriedly advised.

He did not get the position of the commander in chief, but the position of the deputy commander did fall on his shoulders. His main task now is no longer commanding troops, but babysitting this young Crown Prince.

Young people all have a fix for their own strong points. The more dignified their status, the more serious they are on this point.

Count Jose does not want the Crown Prince to miscalculate the strength of the coalition army, treating all of the expeditionary forces as elite, and accept tasks beyond the capacity of the coalition army.

"Oh, I want to see how bad those legions are!

To have left such a deep impression on His Excellency the Count.

But for now, let's pay a visit to this interesting Viscount Hudson.

If he can train such an elite force, it shows that his training ability is among the top in the entire kingdom."

While speaking, Crown Prince Caesar had already commanded his eagle to slowly descend.

People hurriedly followed, quick-witted soldiers even took out the large flag from their backs to signal with flag language, in fear of being mistaken as enemies by the soldiers below.

Just landed, Count Jose, who had been in the army before, was recognized by the nearby aristocratic military officers, who rushed forward to welcome him:

"Honorable Count Jose, welcome to your arrival. The regiment commander will be here soon, please rest inside the camp first."

It is obvious that the aristocratic military officers did not know about the change in top personnel, and mistakenly thought that Count Jose has long been the commander of the coalition, thus directly giving him the highest courtesy.

The real leader was ignored, and Crown Prince Caesar's displeasure arose. However, his born acting skills allow him to conceal his emotions.

But the flickering discomfort between his brows and eyes was captured by the experienced Count Jose, who quickly introduced himself to the aristocratic military officer who had come forward to receive him:

"This is the new coalition commander - Crown Prince Caesar, quickly invite Regiment Commander Hudson to receive him."

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