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Chapter 491: Chapter 231: Royal City War Preparations

"First Regiment! First Regiment, assemble!"

"Seventh Regiment, Third Squad..."

The Tiger Race Royal City was bustling with its own affairs.

Outside the Royal City, the human armies had finally converged.

The time was now late July, but fortunately, the sun over the Beastman Grassland wasn’t scorching.

Outside the human encampment, a group of human nobles had gathered, chatting amongst themselves as if waiting for someone.

Their conversation continued until noon, when Earl Uman shouted that the lord had arrived.

The noisy crowd gradually fell silent.

In the distance, a Human Corps emerged, advancing out of the morning light.

Robson had already arranged for his Personal Guard, clad in iron armor, to flank him like Knights.

This time, besides the humans, Robson had also brought along Chief Mole and a number of Jackal Wolfman Chiefs.

In the past, such an act would have certainly drawn sharp criticism from the Frankish moral crusaders, but now, the Frankish Nobles didn’t find it strange at all.

"Earl."

Seeing Robson approach, Baron Boyang stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

The news of Robson’s enfeoffment as a Count had already spread among the nobles beyond the pass.

Although he was only a Court Count, it was enough to make everyone marvel at the speed of his rise. Some even exclaimed that Robson had already surpassed Marshal Grantham’s pace of promotion.

After all, Marshal Grantham had only become a Count because he was already a Viscount. He had advanced to the ranks of high nobility from that foundation.

Robson swung himself off his horse and nodded at Bo Yang.

Baron Boyang’s grasp of noble etiquette was becoming more and more impeccable. It was clear he had been heavily influenced by Earl Uman.

"Good. Has anything happened recently?" Robson asked.

Bo Yang gave his report.

"You’re saying that the Tiger Race army has been left outside the Royal City?" Robson asked, puzzled.

Bo Yang nodded.

"I don’t understand it either, but that seems to be the case.

During this time, we haven’t been harassed by the Tiger Race People in the city, either. I don’t know what they’re doing," Bo Yang said.

Hearing this, Robson frowned.

This surprised him.

’In this situation, letting those Tiger Race Warriors into the city is undoubtedly the best option. Why would they choose to do this?’

However, Robson’s confusion didn’t last long.

’Since the enemy is giving me an opportunity, I have to take it.’

"Have you sent out any probing attacks during this time?" Robson asked.

Bo Yang shook his head.

"I was afraid of spooking them, so I didn’t dare to make any rash moves," Bo Yang said.

"Good work," Robson said with a nod.

Robson’s army was currently at the peak of its morale; they didn’t need another victory to boost it further.

Since the enemy had left a portion of their army outside, the best plan was certainly to press the advantage and smash through to the Tiger Race Royal City in one go.

The Tiger Race People probably didn’t have a concrete sense of the disparity in strength between the two sides yet. Once they realized it, whether for reasons of food, politics, or other considerations, they would certainly pull their army back to defend the Royal City.

Furthermore, Robson had another reason for wanting to attack in one fell swoop.

He couldn’t give the enemy a chance to react.

Robson’s army currently lacked sufficient logistical support on the vast grasslands; the Tiger Race Royal City before them was, for Robson, a supply point.

If he gave them time to react, they could transport all the grain and other supplies away, or simply burn it all to the ground. That would be a disaster.

That’s what had happened last time at the Centaur King City.

Before, when he had logistical support from beyond the pass, Robson could afford not to care. But not anymore.

"By the way, my lord, while you were away, a Griffin Knight delivered this letter."

Bo Yang handed an envelope to Robson.

The envelope was unopened. Judging by the mark on it, the message was from the Gray Dwarves.

"No one else saw this, did they?" Robson asked.

"No."

Robson nodded. ’This matter of my cooperation with the Gray Dwarves is best kept under wraps. It could damage my grand, righteous, and brilliant image as Lord Robson.’

He trusted Bo Yang to be discreet.

As he tore open the envelope and read, Robson’s brow furrowed ever more tightly.

Seeing Robson’s expression, the other noble lords wondered what had happened.

Curious, Bo Yang stepped forward to ask.

"It seems we need to act quickly."

Robson used his Battle Aura to burn the letter in his hand to ashes, speaking in an unhurried tone.

The letter’s contents were about the Beastman Emperor.

According to the Gray Dwarves’ informant at Bronze Pass, the Beastman Emperor had apparently discovered Robson’s movements on the eastern front and was beginning to hesitate about whether to withdraw his army.

Monroe’s message was for Robson to speed up and intercept the Beastman Emperor’s forces at the front line before he could react.

Seeing Robson’s actions, Bo Yang understood that Robson didn’t want to discuss the letter’s contents, so he didn’t press the issue.

It wasn’t his first day working under Robson; he naturally understood that Robson would tell them anything he was at liberty to share.

"All the legion commanders should be here, correct?"

Robson asked, his gaze sweeping over the crowd that had come to welcome him.

"Almost everyone is, but Knight Turalyon couldn’t make it due to some other matters," Bo Yang said.

"Good. Starting tonight, the entire army will consolidate and prepare to attack," Robson said.

"Ah?" Bo Yang was taken aback.

"But, my lord, the First through Third Regiments, and the Jackal Wolfman Legion, none of them seem to have had enough rest...

Shouldn’t we wait a while longer?" Bo Yang asked.

Robson shook his head.

"You know we need to rest, and the enemy certainly thinks so, too.

But we can’t afford to delay," Robson said.

If it weren’t for the situation with the Beastman Emperor, Robson could have delayed a little longer.

But there were no ’ifs’. The Tiger Race Royal City had never been Robson’s ultimate goal; his advance could not stop here.

"It is now noon. I will have the army enter their tents to rest immediately.

Have the Soldiers of the Seventh and Eighth Regiments set up camp to the east...

I’ve checked—it’s a clear day. Tonight, when the moon reaches its zenith, I will give the order to sound the horns.

At that time, the entire army will charge." Robson briefly outlined his plan.

This was, one might say, a high-risk maneuver.

A deep-night assault truly tested the quality of an army.

Moreover, the enemy had nearly twenty thousand troops outside the city!

Although their reasons for being there were unclear, twenty thousand Tiger Race People were not to be taken lightly.

The ultimate reason he dared to do this was the confidence Robson had in his Soldiers.

Night combat was a battle for elites, and this had little to do with race.

Especially in the dead of night, when everyone was sound asleep.

Robson had already annihilated twenty thousand elite Tiger Race Warriors. It was impossible for the Tiger Race to have another twenty thousand elites. The command and control of an army at night, its level of organization...

These were all the ultimate tests for a military force.

Although Robson couldn’t be sure about his opponents, he believed in his own troops.

Coincidentally, nearly a thousand Extraordinary Soldiers had awakened their powers recently.

This battle would be the perfect opportunity to put them to use and see exactly what they were capable of.