Since the reorganization didn't touch the core interests of the nobles, the process went retively smoothly. Aside from some grumbling over military appointments, there were no major issues.

  The disputes over military positions were also easy to handle. After all, this wasn't a formal army, so there was no need to be overly strict.

  From what Hudson knew, to bance the interests of all parties, aside from the Fifth Army and the First Army, the other three armies had been assigned extra regiment designations despite being understrength.

  The First Army was Count Piers' personal force. Even if the soldiers weren't his standing army, they were still his vassals. With the boss keeping them in line, no one dared to cause trouble.

  As for the Fifth Army, they had been thoroughly battered in the previous day's battle. Many families had suffered heavy losses, leaving them with little energy to make a fuss.

  If it weren't for this, the position of Tenth Regiment commander wouldn't have fallen to Hudson. Even as a pceholder, there were plenty of others more qualified than him.

  The noble circles also pced great importance on seniority. In a sense, the ck of allies willing to join him was partly due to this.

  If Hudson had come from a more prominent family or held a higher title, it might have been different. But as an unproven rookie knight, serving under such a young upstart was simply too embarrassing for others.

  While others were unwilling to become his subordinates, Hudson was even less willing to serve under someone else. Of course, no one was foolish enough to try and recruit him as a subordinate either.

  Hudson knew his soldiers were a ragtag bunch, but others weren't aware of this. In the eyes of outsiders, the several hundred troops under his command still had some combat capability.

  It was almost ughable. While other transmigrators pyed the fool to catch the tiger, Hudson found himself pretending to be the tiger to scare the pigs.

  As soon as the reorganization was completed, before anyone could adjust, Count Piers impatiently gave the order to march.

  From a strategic perspective, this decision made perfect sense. Knowing that the Skull Society possessed the "Blood Moon Horn," it was essential not to give the enemy more time to prepare.

  However, when it came to execution, problems arose one after another. The noble alliance, having just undergone a preliminary reorganization and not yet adapted, was clearly not ready for a long-distance campaign.

  But this had little to do with Hudson. The Fifth Army's task was to transport supplies, meaning they wouldn't normally see combat.

  From the reactions of his colleagues, Hudson knew this was a thankless job. If they did well, it was expected; if something went wrong, they'd be held responsible; and if the war took a bad turn, they might even become scapegoats.

  As for military merits, no one had ever heard of a supply unit earning any. Talking about the importance of transporting provisions was meaningless. On the continent of Asnt , military achievements were measured by—combat results.

  Transporting supplies was something anyone could do. After all, there was no habit of ambushing supply lines. At least in Hudson's memory, no historical records mentioned anyone actively sending troops to raid supply routes.

  Ninety-nine percent of wars were fought like gentlemen's games, with everyone adhering to the rules and rarely resorting to underhanded tactics.

  Of course, the rebels might be an exception. Unbound by the rules of noble warfare, they often acted unpredictably.

  However, rebel commanders were usually thrust into their roles at the st minute and typically cked military expertise. Most didn't have time to learn on the job before being crushed.

  The occasional exceptional military talent that emerged was branded with bels like "despicable" and "shameless," nailed to the pilr of historical infamy and despised by the world. Their actual deeds, however, were rarely recorded.

  "Commander, this is just too much! They call it taking care of us, but if this is how they treat us, our previous sacrifices are all for nothing..."

  Baron McNamara's words were just the beginning. Soon, the other regiment commanders joined in, denouncing the governor's unfair decision.

  Although the Fifth Army had made significant contributions in the previous battle, they had ultimately failed to capture the rebel leaders.

  With such limited achievements, shared among so many, it was hard to justify their cim to uncimed territories after the war.

  Compared to the other nobles, the Fifth Army actually had the upper hand. The smartest move now would be to follow the main force and continue fighting, maintaining this advantage.

  Even if they didn't py a decisive role in the upcoming battles, simply tagging along and mopping up would still give them a chance to compete ter.

  The task of transporting supplies, while seemingly a gesture of goodwill toward the Fifth Army, effectively excluded them from the feast of spoils. No wonder everyone was so upset.

  Waving his hand to silence the arguments, Chelse sighed and said, "I'm aware of these issues, but the Second, Third, and Fourth Armies are jealous of our achievements and have united to push us aside.

  Unfortunately, within the Fifth Army, our strength is the weakest. The thankless task of transporting supplies naturally fell to us.

  But don't worry, I've already appealed to the Governor. He's promised that after we deliver the supplies, we'll be allowed to join the fight."

  Hearing this expnation, Hudson couldn't help but roll his eyes. Such a simple divide-and-conquer tactic—he didn't believe Chelse hadn't seen through it.

  Without Count Piers' tacit approval, how could the Fifth Army have been sidelined so easily?

  But knowing was one thing. This was an open scheme. By using the promise of nd as bait, the Governor had stirred up greed and jealousy, making it easy to divide the noble alliance.

  It was entirely possible that the very commander now rallying everyone against the injustice had already been secretly bought off by Count Piers. After all, buying off one person was far easier than buying off an entire group.

  Understanding the situation didn't help. The tide was against them, and someone as insignificant as Hudson couldn't change it. The smartest move now was to py dumb and wait for the situation to unfold.

  Even in the task of transporting supplies, the Tenth Regiment, with its rger numbers, had an advantage over the others. If anyone was going to make a fuss, it would be the others first. Hudson could afford to be patient.

  "Commander, how can you believe such nonsense?

  The rebels have already suffered heavy losses at Fort Ethel. Even if cannon fodder is cheap, it still takes time to raise a new force.

  The Blood Moon Horn may be powerful, but it comes with significant limitations. Moreover, the cursed artifact has been sealed for over three hundred years. Without hundreds of thousands of lives as sacrifices, it can't be fully restored.

  If we act quickly, the rebels won't have time to regroup. Any hastily assembled force would likely crumble under a single charge from our army.

  The Skull Society rats are all cowards. At the first sign of trouble, they'll flee a thousand miles, making them impossible to guard against.

  Even if Count Piers keeps his promise, there still needs to be enemies on the battlefield for us to fight!"

  The one refuting was Baron Brogitt. From his eyes, Hudson could see both resentment and anger.