Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 1284 - 1282: Military God
After much contemplation, Richard finally made a decision—he agreed.
Yes, he chose to agree.
No matter what Oscar and the Alliance Emperor’s intentions were, this matter was undeniably beneficial to him, so he was willing to take some risks.
After informing Oscar of his decision to agree, the world seemed to accelerate—one event after another unfolded too quickly for anyone to savor.
Almost at dawn, as Oscar had said, the Soma Alliance presented a declaration of war to the ambassador of the Sika Kingdom, officially announcing the start of war.
Next, the Alliance Emperor held a grand meeting, issuing a series of decrees to adjust the operation of the entire state machinery for war. After issuing the decrees, the meeting confirmed the identity of the War Commander, followed by the announcement of a newly established position—Command Consultant, awarded to Richard.
In just a few minutes, Richard transformed from an anonymous Independent Wizard to a publicly significant figure of the Soma Alliance, bestowed with enviable titles, positions, a mansion, salary, and all other necessities—almost no difference from reality, except... it all happened too fast to spot any issues.
But the greatest issue was how fast it happened.
Normally, when someone is promoted far beyond others, it’s described as being shot up like a rocket; in the language of this world, that’s like being tied to a giant crossbow arrow and rocketed to the sky.
And Richard, it was like he was tied to ten giant crossbow arrows and rocketed to the sky.
He went from having no status to becoming the second most important person in the entire Alliance Army, breaking countless precedents.
Fast, really too fast.
And even faster events followed.
As soon as the Emperor’s meeting ended, Richard hadn’t even seen the mansion he was awarded before being dispatched to the frontline to meet with the already stationed War Commander to formulate a series of military plans.
Thus, three days later in the afternoon, Richard, along with a group of unfamiliar subordinates and the Emperor’s orders, rode a carriage to the West Capital of the Soma Alliance—Reef Rock Castle.
Outside Reef Rock Castle, Richard opened the curtain of the carriage, laying eyes on the imposing military city of Reef Rock Castle.
It appeared, with its walls more than twenty meters high and over ten meters thick, like a dam erected, completely black, as if cast from iron.
Getting closer, it seemed as though the walls were roaring, as if they had a life of their own, like ancient beasts restrained, exuding a powerful and iron-blooded presence.
Staring at this military city, Richard’s eyes flickered. To be honest, even now it all felt a bit surreal and unreal to him.
Because everything that happened in the past few days was akin to being hurriedly thrust into a situation, as if the entire Soma Alliance couldn’t find another person who understood military affairs, and had no choice but to thrust him in.
But is that possible?
Of course not, there must be a conspiracy.
But what is the conspiracy?
He couldn’t figure it out.
"Woosh—"
Taking a deep breath, Richard once again glanced at Reef Rock Castle, entering it with deep confusion.
Once inside, the air was noticeably filled with a murderous atmosphere, with teams of soldiers constantly marching through the streets, cavalry rushing by, various troop movements happening frequently, giving a strong feeling that a storm was on the horizon.
It’s worth mentioning that no matter what kind of soldiers, they would salute when passing by Richard’s convoy. They were probably not familiar with Richard’s role as "Command Consultant," but the dark gold patterns on Richard’s carriage, which indicated a General-level rank, compelled them to salute; otherwise, they would be breaking military regulations.
This... quite interesting... although clearly a conspiracy, it was executed in the most realistic way... at least he wouldn’t suddenly feel out of place...
Watching the saluting soldiers, Richard thought, then saw in front of the convoy a thin man in a white robe, accompanied by two guards, riding to meet them.
The man halted his horse near the convoy, raised his voice and asked, "Are you Lord Richard from Shaya?"
Richard arched his eyebrows, stepped out of the carriage, glanced at the man, and answered, "Yes, I am. And you are...?"
"Greetings, Lord Richard." The man in the white robe bowed, his forty-something face lined with wrinkles, and said solemnly, "I am the strategist for this war, and I was told to intercept you by the War Commander. The Commander heard that you have arrived at Reef Rock Castle and wishes for you to immediately attend the highest military council. After all, time is critical, the Sika Kingdom’s troops are rampaging within our borders, and a massive force is gathering at the frontier, ready to launch an unprecedented offensive at any moment. There is no time to delay."
The man’s words were exceedingly grave. Hearing this, Richard nodded and said, "Understood."
Then he sat back in the carriage and followed the man to the Commander Mansion inside Reef Rock Castle.
Inside the mansion, Richard met the Supreme Commander of this national war—Soron Bonaparte.
Soron Bonaparte was considered a legendary figure, born into a traditional military family of the Soma Alliance; he joined the army at a young age and had served for over twenty years, participating in hundreds of battles without a single defeat.
Yes, not a single defeat.
If it made sense that in the early part of his military career, his lack of defeats could be attributed to his outstanding ability and the underestimation by his enemies. But even after gaining fame, when facing enemies willing to sacrifice everything for victory, he continued to win without exception, forcing people to respect and find his success unbelievable.
However, he has explained that the reason he never lost was because he only commanded wars that could be won. He’s not a god, merely an ordinary person well-versed in military matters, incapable of violating the principles of using a small force to defeat an enemy ten times its size, and even if special circumstances occasionally allowed it, such events could not be reproduced.
His unbeaten record largely relied on the strength of the forces he commanded; as long as his forces were superior to the enemy’s, he could lead them to victory. And the use of plots and schemes was merely a last resort in special circumstances.
Whether his words were true remains unknown, yet because of them, in any battle he commanded, his troops held unshakeable confidence and incredible morale, regardless of how bleak the situation was—as long as this General of Unbroken Victories affirmed that with him there, their forces must be superior to the enemy’s.
What? Our numbers are fewer than the enemy’s? Our equipment is inferior? Then there must be some significant advantage elsewhere!
In sum, the only thing that mattered was winning.
In this way, he became a legendary figure within the Soma Alliance. Wherever there was a crisis, as long as he arrived to preside over it, it was soon resolved.
After taking command at Reef Rock Castle, he thwarted multiple attacks by the Sika Kingdom, making Reef Rock Castle an impregnable fortress, serving as an example.
Gradually, he earned the title of Military God.
A young Military God, not yet forty years old.
This is Soron Bonaparte!
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