When it came to matters related to "war," no one could be more well-informed than the War God System. Not to mention the people of other forces, even many middle-level aristocrats of the southern aristocratic party of the Commonwealth of Gold Coins could not get the news as quickly as the War God System.
After all, as long as there was a war, it could not be separated from the people who believed in the War God System.
Whether it was the regular army or the mercenaries, there were many who believed in the War God System. The War God promised that after they fought bravely, their souls could go to the Holy Kingdom to rest in peace. If they had good qualifications, they could even be transformed into immortal oracles and continue the journey that they had not finished in their lifetime. For the soldiers, this was almost one of the best destinations.
So when the aristocratic party wanted to form a rapid-mobility troop, the War God quickly got the news, verified it in detail, and kept following up.
"They will probably form a rapid-mobility troop with a total of 200 people," Augmentin said. "One-third of them will be middle-level, which is a very shocking number."
One-third of the 200 people were middle-level, which meant that there would be 60 to 70 middle-level people. This number was indeed a little surprising — in an ordinary army, this was almost enough to support an army of tens of thousands of people.
Taking into account the remaining beginner-level people, as well as the spellcasters needed in this army, the cost of forming this troop of just 200 people was probably more than that of an ordinary army of 10,000 people.
In other words, the formation of this army was in the hope that they could achieve results that were no less than or even better than that of an ordinary army. Similarly, if they were defeated or even annihilated, the loss to the aristocratic party would be no less than or even greater than that of an ordinary army.
On the continent of the Main Plane, defeating or even annihilating an army was definitely a great battle. Generally speaking, in a war that was not too intense like the civil war of the Commonwealth of Gold Coins, such a great battle was enough to determine the outcome of the war. If they lost such a battle, it was basically impossible for them to make a comeback.
Reality was not a game. If an army was lost, it was not as simple as recruiting soldiers from a few nearby cities, assigning generals, and transporting them over. Instead, it required long-term training and a lot of resources to be able to support an army.
Since ancient times, it was extremely rare for a capable person to be able to turn the situation around after losing an entire army. With the help of Lü Ze and Han Xin, Liu Bang had twice saved such a failure. Later generations would call him a classic example of 'the good losers never die'. Liu Bei had been forced to abandon his wife and run away many times, but the White Ear Army had never really collapsed. That was the source of his confidence to dominate the world. The scholarly general, Chen Qingzhi, who was completely powerless, led the White Cloak Army and swept across the north. With just a few thousand soldiers, he was able to capture Luoyang. However, once the White Cloak Army was destroyed by the fierce battle and the flood, he could only disguise himself as a monk and flee back to the south.
The aristocratic party was powerful, and naturally, there was no lack of famous generals. But no matter how famous a general was, there was no way to turn ordinary farmers into elite soldiers.
It was precisely because of this that Earl Hauss proposed the formation of a rapid-mobility force at the great aristocratic meeting. He wanted to use an army composed of pure elites to attack the rear of the merchant party, constantly bleed the merchant party, and force them to surrender.
At first, not to mention the great aristocrats of the central party, even the great aristocrats of the local party were opposed to his plan. This plan was really … to transfer hundreds of beginner-level and middle-level experts to form an excellent team, all equipped with exotic warhorses with amazing endurance, bypass the confrontation between the north and the south, enter the vast north, and destroy everywhere. The goal of the battle was to kill and injure civilians and destroy the production and life of the north.
This was not only dangerous, but also vicious.
"This is not in line with the spirit of the aristocracy!" Said an earl of the central party so angrily. "We aristocrats have to fight for honor. Honor is our life! There is no honor in such a way of fighting! "
"We are all believers of our Lord, the Golden Crown (the Goddess of Wealth). Why bother to use such brutal means!" sighed an earl of the local party. "What a good horse. Forget it."
However, Earl Hauss, who was nicknamed "Good Horse," had no intention of "forget it" at all. He repeatedly emphasized the importance of this war, especially emphasizing that this battle must make the merchant party feel pain and fear, so as to ensure stability for the next few decades.
"To make them afraid, we must let them feel fear personally. Instead of annihilating one or two legions on the battlefield, it is better to let the rapid-mobility force bypass their hinterland, kill their people, burn down their villages and farmlands, destroy their caravans and production bases … As long as we do this a few more times, even if the big merchants can hold on, the small and medium-sized merchants will definitely be scared witless. At least for a generation or two, they will not dare to mention war again! "
Looking at the young earl in the magic projection who was gesticulating and speaking eloquently, the rest of the great aristocrats were a little distressed.
Of course, they admitted that what Earl Hauss said made sense. But no matter how reasonable it was, the two barriers of honor and risk could never be bypassed.
There was no need to talk about honor. For something like attacking civilians, of course, there was no harm in doing it occasionally, but to do it as a career, it would naturally be a great hindrance to the family's reputation. In the future, whenever a certain family was mentioned, everyone would think, "Oh my, it's that group of executioners who slaughtered civilians." This was simply terrible. Perhaps even the future generations would jump up and curse.
The danger was even more direct. Naturally, there was no need to mention the risk of going deep into enemy territory alone. Even if they could win every battle, would the act of slaughtering civilians anger the Goddess of Wealth? If they angered the Goddess of Wealth, would they be punished by the gods?
This was almost certain! Even if the Goddess of Wealth did not care to lay a hand on those soldiers, the leading officer would definitely be in big trouble!
However, Earl Hauss said that he was willing to lead the team himself.
This time, everyone was speechless.
Earl Hauss had taken on the greatest danger, shouldered the heaviest responsibility, and carried the black pot of the worst reputation. How could they still have the nerve to refuse?
In any case, it was just a matter of providing money and manpower. Thirteen earls and two marquises. With each family contributing a little, it would be a piece of cake to gather two hundred people.
Of course, they would not send their loyal and devoted subordinates to do this kind of mission that seemed like a suicide mission no matter how one looked at it. Instead, they would immediately spend a lot of money and recruit mercenaries. Those who were a step too slow to recruit mercenaries would send out those marginal figures in their family's power. They would not feel the pinch even if they died.
As for how to combine this group of people into a whole, and how to bring this pieced together group of "rapid-mobility troops" to go deep into enemy territory to fight, it would all be the job of the young earl who had just taken over the earl's scepter from his dead father three years ago.
In person, everyone had high hopes for Earl Hauss. But behind his back, none of the great aristocrats were optimistic about his crazy plan.
One of the leaders of the Central Aristocratic Party, the Marquis of Jewels, Sax Yuker, had once complained to his father, who had semi-retired due to old age, that this teammate of his was really unreliable. With such a lousy teammate dragging them down, he felt that he should really seriously consider whether he should change his profession and join the merchant party …
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