Robin shook his head, "No, Why should I lead you? this is not some kind of decisive battle, but rather it will turn into a long-term war of attrition. Tree Father Hoffenheim has at least half a billion buds, and there is not a child, an old man, or a cripple among them like any other human nation. All of them, without exception, will participate in the war. If I killed hundreds of thousands of them every day, this would still take years to kill them all and get to the Tree Father's location, and I don't have time for this, I have to complete my soul healing and search for new techniques."
Then he added, " And you will not move in one army either, don't you see all those points and Xs? If it happened and you moved the army in one body, the army will be surrounded by all sides along the route, we can't allow this. Plus, it would be too much of a loss to make such an army move in one body anyway... Divide the army into 10 smaller legions, each of them will have approximately 400 thousand soldiers, right? This is more than enough. The Legions should move independently with one of you the head of each but keep in touch with other generals along the way. I will intervene in one case and that is if you encounter a dilemma that you cannot solve on your own, otherwise, I do not want any disturbance in the coming period."
Robin kept silent for a few moments and then his eyes landed on everyone in the open tent, "You should all put one more thing in mind, this may be an existential war for Tree Father Hoffenheim, but it is not the same for us. You are here to gain actual combat experience, get used to battling together, and maybe reap some treasures in the process. Advance with caution and clean up after any victory as fast as possible, don't leave any possible danger behind your back. Strangle Tree Father Hoffenheim in The middle of his own domination circle until the white flag is raised, beware of recklessness and exposure to great losses, although I do not think that Hoffenheim will try to use that lightning again any time soon, but there is no need to try our luck, do not rise from the ground unless in extreme necessity. You should know that the General with the most severe losses among you will be subject to great penalties, Understood?"
"Yes!" Everyone responded in an excited voice and involuntarily began to glance at everyone else inside the tent
Ten Legions meant that almost everyone present would have a chance to command one of them, even Peon and Caesar who were still low-level Sages would get a chance!
*Get used to battling together* This includes identifying the best General as well as comparing ten similar armies working in the same range and against the same opponent will be inevitable! Even without Robin saying it, it automatically turned into a competition for the best General position!
"Well, then, I will leave the distribution of the army to you, so let each of you commander think about the type of soldiers that he will need and start building his ideal army, and each of you must determine a path dedicated to his army and inform the rest of the generals about it, and all this must happen before sunset today, Do you have any other questions?"
"No, Your Excellency!" All the generals under the tent chanted with excited voices but absent-minded ones, each one already beginning to think of strategies for victory and minimizing losses.
Hearing this, Robin stood up and put one hand on the table, clearly about to walk away, "Good, I will now leave you to negotiate the division of armies together and choose the paths you want, if you want something from me, I will be in the--"
"W- wait a minute! What about us?!" A panicked shout interrupted Robin in the middle of his speech
"Hmm?" Robin looked towards the source of that shout and found a dark old man looking at him nervously, even his slightly stooped stance was of complete submission, so he asked in Greenlandic, "Oh, Chief of the Northern Fury Tribe... Fugon, as I remember?"
"...Yes, yes that's me." Fugon put one hand on the other with an ugly smile on his face.
"What are you doing here...? Aha, I remembered, did you choose to bring your army to fight alongside us?" Robin raised his eyebrows slightly and asked
"Yes... yes, Your Excellency... I brought the army…." The smile on Fugon's face turned uglier than before. How could Robin forget their discussion that happened just a week ago? it was clear to him that Robin was trying to humiliate him!
Last week was the heaviest seven days they had passed for Fugon, he did not stop thinking about his options for a moment, but as for Robin, he really forgot about the whole Northern Fury Tribe after he spent his time recuperating and reading the fourth Stage of the laws, how could he have time to think about the choices of a local clan chief?!
Fugon maintained his feigned smile even though he felt the world he knew collapsing around him
But there is no room for pride now, there is no room for negotiation...
The massive army he had just seen with his own eyes was enough to break any shred of rebellion within him, a quarter of that army was enough to flatten the Northern Fury Tribe, no... even less than a quarter would do!
"He has already mobilized his entire army, Your Excellency, over three million soldiers! He was so eager to serve you that he brought his army all the way to the metal wall, Hehe." Elizabeth laughed slyly
Robin raised his eyebrows and sent his Soul Sense beyond the wall to see the formation of the Northern Fury Tribe army, then turned back to look at Fugon with a look that contained faint killing intent, "You have guts, I give you that."
*Thud*
*Thud* *Thud* *Thud* *Thud*
Without saying a word, Fugon got down on both hands and knees and then the rest of the Sages of the Northern Fury clan dropped after him
There was no need for justification, even an idiot would realize the intent behind this act, whether to attack, intimidate, or otherwise. With one look, anyone who would know their coming today was not to submit as followers of Robin.
When Robin saw this, the killing intent in his eyes calmed down a bit but he continued to look at the twenty individuals kneeling in front of him, thinking what to do with them.
Only when his eyes fell on a Fat Rat did his facial features change from anger to amazement, then to curiosity.
Under the eyes of everyone, Robin moved with quick steps towards that Fat Rat, which was still standing above the head of one of the kneeling sages, when he reached him, his eyes turned golden and he began examining the uncomfortable Rat more closely as he muttered, "Interesting... Very interesting..."
About two minutes later, Lu Robin was preparing to hide the big smile on his face as he said to the mouse, "Some kind of a Soul Linking Technique, I never thought of this before, Who are you exactly?"
"Squeak! Squeak!!"
"Hmph." When Robin saw the Rat trying to act stupid, he raised his right hand and descended at his plump cheek *Slap*
"I am Sharver, Chief of the Grazing Rats Tribe. It was a pleasure to meet Your Excellency." The Fat Rat replied while wiping his face with his eyes filled with tears