So the Medieval Age Has a Split Inheritance System…

Translator: Tsukii

Editor: PalenMisha

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Chapter 73 – War Council

“Let’s begin the war council. Report the number of soldiers and the amount of provisions.”

Thirty-two days have passed since receiving the declaration of war from the Pope of Knut. It seemed the armies of each nation other than the Carling Kingdom and Lenart Empire had safely gathered in the Estoani Duchy, and the war council was about to begin.

…I wonder why they didn’t check the identity of the participants properly? When I said I was Count Nanashi of Carling Kingdom’s Alan duchy, I was let in normally. The security was too loose. Well, you wouldn’t normally think that the enemy’s commander-in-chief was in a place like this, though.

By the way, Count Nanashi was an actual count that existed in Alan Duchy. Nanashi County existed after all. I had him kidnapped and imprisoned so there was no way he could show up here, and since there were no vassals of the Carling Kingdom in this place, nobody recognized me. I only brought 800 royal guards with me… even with just these 800 upper-class slaves, they could put up a good fight.

The marching route seemed to go through the ravine, so the rockfall trap setup would work fine, and if I poured poison into the river that flowed there, I think it would be pretty effective since they didn’t bring enough water. For some reason, the supplies were managed in one place, so if I burned them, the whole army would starve to death.

There was a robust fortress at the end of the canyon, so if I went around and covered it, this army would be annihilated without being able to escape. The upper echelons of the enemy army were so stupid that I felt sorry for their soldiers. Just because they were superior in number, why the hell were they gathered in a single spot…? I even found that handling kings and dukes who crossed the border arbitrarily to plunder was harder to deal with. There was a limit to how much I could spread my troops, and it was difficult to protect the border from all directions.

Moreover, handling supplies was entrusted to those who volunteered to do so. It made me want to retort that they shouldn’t entrust such an important role to a supposed vassal of the Carling Kingdom that they didn’t even know well. Managing supplies was certainly troublesome, but did they have no concerns about the risk of it being burned? No good, since Wagner was too competent in comparison, my motivation for dealing with them properly sapped.

For the time being, once we entered the ravine and the supplies were put into a single spot, we would use the darkness of the night to burn them. After that, we fled together with Cornelia in the lead. There were more food items than we could bring back with us, but it was a waste to burn them all so we took some with us. There were many alcoholic beverages in the supplies of Masia Kingdom after all.

It seemed they were thinking that if the amount of alcohol was small, it could be used for relief and distraction. Judging from the amount prepared, it was probably intended to be distributed to a considerable number of soldiers and there were a large number of alcoholic beverages with high alcohol content so that it was easy to carry around. I drank a little, but the alcohol content was probably close to 70%.

In other words, those drinks were easily ignited… so I had those high-alcohol beverages scattered around, and once the fire was set, it quickly grew big, which caused a big fuss. The escaping troops were on the fast side, so they wouldn’t be caught in the first place. If they didn’t have night vision characteristics, trying to walk around the forest at night was synonymous with getting lost after all.

It wasn’t like the supplies I burned were 100% of the provisions and each army might have prepared their respective supplies, but they wouldn’t last long. We rejoined the 3rd division to cover the canyon and completely block the escape route. To think they were trying to march at a dead-end terrain with a large army. Was there nobody with a decent brain there?

…Well, even in the history of the Earth, there were quite a few commanders who have done unbelievably stupid things, so I guess this generation’s pope of the Knut religion was very stupid. As for the king of Masia, who slaughtered all his siblings, he suggested taking a different marching route, but he got pushed around by the pope. Yet he didn’t try to leave the group, so I didn’t have any expectations for him.

Come to think of it, rather than trying to rule a neighboring nation through a war of aggression, the thought of creating a puppet state of the new Masia Kingdom faction through coup d’etat was a relatively weak way of thinking. They might be good at counterintelligence, but their military strength wasn’t that strong, as Masia King personally led 20,000 troops here.

In this canyon, there was a shortcut if you would call it one… but I wonder who was better compared to a certain commander of a certain superpower who lost 800,000 people while climbing the winter mountain? This army had about 105,000 people in total, but I wonder why they were concentrated in one place?

Sure enough, as the pincer attack struck the coalition army, some units were trying to climb the mountain to escape, but I wouldn’t let them. From the moment this army decided to take this road, or maybe even earlier than that, there was no way they would be able to escape since there were a lot of traps set on the road.

And when trying to escape, the biggest obstacles were human corpses. To be more precise, dying people. They were people who were shot by cannonballs, shot through their legs and thighs by guns, and lay down on the ground. People like that would call for other people’s help as they tried to escape or literally pull their feet. Because we targeted people who ran first to dying people, it was easy to annihilate the troops.

The majority of the rest charged toward the units that covered the path of escape, but the number of the 3rd division, which included the 800 royal guards, exceeded 7,000. Trying to break through the immortal corps at the exit of the narrow canyon through a frontal battle was, how to say it… perhaps I should call them daredevil or ignorant, anyway, poor them.

…If they at least had a separate corps, I would have struggled a little more. The appearance of raining enemy cavalry charges with salvo was like what happened in World War I. The only difference to that war was we didn’t need to charge. There was a backup unit of the enemy on the back, but it had less than 10,000 people in terms of scale, so it wouldn’t be a problem.

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