Chapter 360: One Problem Unresolved, Another Arises!

Thus, Gervas ordered his subordinates to quickly pack up their equipment and tents.

The assembly point was a checkpoint five li north of Black Dragon City.

A unit under the Northern Region Army was already waiting there.

If you arrive late, you will be punished under military law.

So, time was still quite tight.

While Gervas was packing his camp, Mil and others gradually arrived at his camp.

"Damn Weilade—he's a bastard! Sending us to the Northern Region to fight was already despicable, and now he won't even let us go!"

"Exactly! Gervas, what do we do now? The vanguard camp is far more dangerous than following the main force!"

Clearly, Mil and the others had also escaped Weilade's scheme.

"Gentlemen, Weilade doing this isn't surprising!"

"Because from the moment he framed us, it meant our enmity was irreconcilable!"

"So he certainly doesn't want us alive to appeal—he just needs us dead here in the Northern Region. Then even if someone discovers the truth, he won't be troubled over a few dead minor nobles!"

Gervas knew the minor nobles still clung to侥幸 hopes.

"This… Lord Gervas, Weilade wouldn't dare do this, would he?"

"No, you probably don't know—since that fool Fariao died, he's probably gone mad!"

"Otherwise, you didn't actively harm Fariao, yet Weilade still targeted you—all of you, without exception!"

"So I advise you all to prepare yourselves mentally!"

The minor nobles' faces flushed pale then red.

Finally, Mil gritted his teeth, "Damn bastard—if he wants us dead, we won't make it easy for him!"

"Right! Whoever wants us dead, we'll make them die!"

"Lord Gervas, you knew about this situation in advance—do you have a good plan?"

Gervas nodded with a smile, "Simple: unite as one. When the time comes, just follow my orders—I guarantee you'll return alive, then go seek revenge on him!"

"Good! Lord Gervas! You've always been our Border Alliance's chairman—we all follow you!"

"Exactly! Lord Gervas, if you can get us all back safely, we'll follow you!"

Gervas's past achievements had earned everyone's trust—like his dealings with the Western Barbarians and Lord Pa Ke.

So in this moment of crisis, they made their choice clear.

"Good. Gentlemen, hurry up—we head straight for the vanguard camp's assembly point. Survival is the only rule…"

…

"Did they leave?"

"My lord, they did. I watched from afar as the seven noble squads headed toward the Northern Vanguard Camp!"

"Good!" Weilade's lips curled into a smile.

After his subordinate withdrew, his expression turned savage, and he picked up a gemstone ring.

"Fariaro, my beloved heir—I will make every one who killed you pay with their lives!"

It was the gemstone ring he had once given to Fariao.

A symbol of power.

Because he intended to establish a hereditary family.

Originally, the plan was about to succeed.

He had smoothed over many connections; all Fariao needed to do was accompany the expedition force through the Western Region, then drive the barbarians out of the kingdom's border.

In this process, whether Fariao contributed or not, at least a viscount's fief was guaranteed.

But now, not only had his dream of a hereditary lineage shattered.

His heir Fariao had also been hanged.

This Weilade would never allow.

So he took great risks to scheme against several minor nobles, bringing them to the Northern Region.

Of course, to ensure those bastards died for certain,

He spent a fortune to obtain the position of Southern Region Inspector of Military Oversight.

Now, the show was finally beginning.

…

"I am Lyen, commander of the vanguard camp. From the moment you were reassigned here, you must obey my orders!"

"I don't care if you were barons or viscounts before—none of that matters here. Everything follows military law!"

"Alright, everyone, prepare yourselves—we depart immediately!"

"Solit, arrange the marching order for these nobles!"

"Yes, Commander!"

One hour later, the vanguard camp.

When Gervas and the others arrived on time, Commander Lyen gave the nobles a stern, expressionless speech.

Naturally, this angered the nobles.

"Who the hell is this guy? How rude is he speaking like that!"

"Exactly! We're nobles—he says it doesn't matter?!"

"Hmph! These bastards had no guts when facing the beast tribes!"

"Yeah! Yeah!"

After Commander Lyen left, whispers broke out among the minor nobles—even Mil and the others couldn't help cursing under their breath.

"Very well, everyone. I am Solit, Deputy Commander of the Vanguard Camp. Now I shall assign the order for this vanguard!"

Hearing this, the crowd finally ceased their chatter and turned their gazes toward this Deputy Commander named Solit.

"Viscount Gervas, Baron Mil, Baron Ian... your Southern Region contingent shall take the foremost position in the Vanguard Camp..."

"Viscount Carter, Baron Boda... your Eastern Region contingent shall take the middle position in the Vanguard Camp..."

"Wait, Lord Solit!" Mil and the others immediately interrupted Solit.

"What is it? Do the gentlemen have something to say?"

"Lord Solit, if our memory serves, has the order of the Vanguard Camp not always been decided by lot? Why has it suddenly become that our Southern Region contingent takes the foremost position this time?"

"Gentlemen, the past is the past, and the present is the present. Since Commander Ryan has entrusted me with the arrangement, naturally, my word is law."

"Furthermore, if I am not mistaken, your Southern Region contingent includes a cavalry unit. Placing you at the front is also to better protect the other contingents!"

"What? At a time when we resist the orc invasion, does your Southern Region still haggle over gains and losses?"

"You..." Mil was instantly enraged by the other's words.

Taking the foremost position in the Vanguard Camp means that if an enemy attack or ambush occurs, naturally, the losses would be the greatest.

In the past, for the sake of fairness, the front ranks of the Vanguard Camp were decided by lot, so that no one could object.

But now, this Solit is not following the rules, clearly acting unjustly.

Of course, if Mil were to truly shout out in anger, it would clearly be of no use.

Gervas stopped him. "Lord Solit, is it? I wonder what position you held previously?"

"Hmm? You are Viscount Gervas, are you not?"

"Correct! I am Gervas!"

Solit smiled slightly. "I come from the Duke Lieshi family. Previously, I served as a Thousand-Man Commander of the Southern City Guard of the Capital under my lord!"

"The Duke Lieshi family? Serving in the Capital City Guard?" Gervas pondered, but quickly grasped the key point.

"So you are someone from the Duke Lieshi family. I have heard that the mother of the Second Prince, Her Highness the Queen, hails from the Lieshi family?!"

"It is good that you know!" Solit did not deny it; instead, his smile became particularly brilliant.

Seeing this, Gervas also smiled brilliantly. "Lord Solit, regarding what you just said, I do not quite agree!"

"What Baron Mil questioned was not about haggling over gains and losses, but about the issue of fairness. After all, we were all conscripted, and it is not necessarily the case that one must contribute more than another!"

"Of course, having said that, among this vanguard, our Southern Region's strength is indeed superior. Therefore, let our Southern Region take the front ranks!"

"After all, my two hundred cavalrymen indeed possess considerable combat power! This would indeed better protect the fellows from the Western Region and the Eastern Region!"

Gervas looked with a smile at the minor nobles from the Eastern Region and the Western Region.