Chapter 363: Friend or Foe Identification (2)
Before He united them under His name, the nomads lived scattered across the vast steppes. Some were in tribes, others divided even further into clans, spread so far apart that uniting was an impossible dream. After all, how could people become one if they never even saw each other?
Occasionally, there were ambitious men who raised banners of unification, swelling their ranks with dreams of conquest. But not a single one of them ever succeeded. They were just ambitious, not heroes who could subdue the warriors who survived the empire’s oppression—the wolves racing beyond the horizon.
And so, the nomads never became one. And because they never became one, the Empire never stopped hunting them down. Despite there being little profit in sweeping the desolate steppes and eradicating the nomads, the empire consistently raised armies.
The reason for the empire’s periodic eradication was simple.
“Show the southern serfs the fury of the steppes!”
“Praise the sky with their blood and our spirits!”
Chiefs roared to their warriors, and their warriors answered with battle cries that shook the air. The existence of these warriors was the reason the empire was wary of nomads; to the Empire, they were a living despair.
The empire could easily subjugate them if it were just a few tribes. However, the situation changed when those tribes started uniting.
The Empire isn’t the only one that can win with numbers.
When nomads who lived and died with horses united in numbers exceeding thousands and reaching tens of thousands, they could inflict fatal wounds on the empire. Their soldiers, with their heavy boots and slow movements, wouldn’t stand a chance against us.
Of course, we’d eventually lose if the empire counterattacked with numbers, but—
— ■■■■■■■■──!!!
Who cared? The sound of hooves shaking the earth and the roars echoing in the sky would remain in their memories forever.
“Khan.”
I turned back at the call of Dashan, the Keshik riding right behind me.
“We’ll arrive soon at the territory of the Sarei tribe.”
“It’s the perfect place for a greeting.”
I couldn’t help but smile at the mention of the Sarei tribe’s territory, of all places.
That was the tribe of Tala, who played an active role as a vanguard in the previous war. Clashing with the empire on the land where that tribe lived felt exciting.
“It’s our first greeting, so let’s keep it short. But don’t make it light, or our guests might feel disappointed.”
“Yes, Khan. I’ll keep that in mind.”
Dashan answered briefly and started shouting something towards the back. He was likely giving the signal to strike hard and fast, not that I could hear him clearly from the front.
He’ll handle it.
After watching Dashan, I turned my gaze forward again. Those who’d survived this far wouldn’t ask something as simple as how to attack.
Attacking the empire’s occupied territory was no easy feat. Even with their forces spread thin across the North, the Imperials weren’t fools. They would have anticipated large-scale raids. They were probably maintaining distances that allowed quick reinforcement if one front was attacked.
In that case, the longer we stay, the more vulnerable we become. If they managed to surround us, we’d lose our mobility—and if that happened, we were as good as dead.
War is really about numbers.
I let out a dry chuckle. Right now, the forces I led were all of our offensive power, but in the past, multiple units of 10,000 would simultaneously attack the front lines. The empire would be beside themselves then. As a host, it was regrettable that I couldn’t enthusiastically entertain the guests.
Still, I hope they’d be satisfied since I was personally taking the field.
***A noisy welcome began. Even from a distance, I could sense the surge of mana and killing intent.
“Marshal, sir!”
A knight burst into the tent, barely holding his salute with trembling hands.
“A large-scale force is moving south! The scale is about 14,000!”
The report bordering on a scream sent a wave of silence through the gathered officers and strategists. The front lines that had just entered a lull were once again enveloped in the clouds of war, and one with numbers far exceeding the forces we’d faced until now.
There’s only one person who could lead such a large army.
“Judging by the inclusion of the Ga’ar tribe’s flag, it seems Dorgon is at the lead!”
“I see.”
As I thought. Only the War Machines radiated an aura like this.
“Inform the Deputy Commander and each front. If we can quickly establish an encirclement, we might be able to kill the traitor.”
I said that, but I wasn’t particularly hopeful. Udesur Dorgon, who declared himself Khan, was also famous for his tenacity. He knew he wouldn’t survive a prolonged battle, which meant he would retreat long before reinforcements could arrive.
“Deploy all knights and mages. Regular troops won’t be enough to hold them off.”
“Yes, my lord!”
I drew my sword and checked its condition as the officers rushed out of the tent to carry out my orders.
Fortunately, it’s fine. It’s in good enough shape to be wielded immediately.
This is an offensive meant to test us. If we hold out long enough, they’ll pull back on their own.
The problem was how many men and how many valuable special forces would die before that happened.
So, I’ll participate too. I’m the strongest warrior on this front.
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