In the Name of Empress-Chapter 356 - 243: Advance Toward Yve Port!

"March to Ives Port!"

Marco finally made up his mind.

After the guillotine blade dulled and was repaired again, the order in West City had been restored, and he regained control of this ancient city.

This city’s history even predates the Jin Yuan Kingdom.

During the Magic Empire era, this was an important city in the Clover Border Region.

Before being occupied by the Magic Empire, it was home to brave natives.

This is a glorious city.

And it must be a free city.

Standing at the end of Triumph Avenue, Marco looked back, seeing the Triumph Arch engraved with the marks of time quietly standing there, as if bidding him farewell.

I will return, with the enemy’s heads! He thought fiercely, raising his whip.

When everyone thought he wouldn’t dare use war tactics to quell the rebellion, he silently eradicated almost all dissenters and regrouped his army, which included 170,000 seasoned veterans and 230,000 spirited new recruits, making a total force of 400,000.

Alina’s main force had less than 40,000.

Against 40,000 with 400,000, he couldn’t fathom how he could lose.

The only regret was that the old nobility were too cunning, leaving West City immediately when they sensed danger and hiding in their own territories.

Marco had no time to deal with them now, but he would not accept them closing their doors to act high and mighty.

After chopping off the head of the rebel Alina, he would then take care of these remnants of the old era one by one.

Marco was full of ambition, pointing his sword two thousand kilometers south towards Ives Port.

The 400,000 troops were divided into four routes, joining forces with the local nobles along the way. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Obedient nobles could live a bit longer; the disobedient would be flattened immediately!

Think you can stand by and watch? Dream on!

Once the four armies converge at Ives Port, it would be Alina’s death day. Carlo’s old supporters would be buried with her!

Everyone thought he was only good at political struggle, but he wanted to teach the world a lesson in textbook Marco-style pincer attacks.

"March to West City!"

Almost simultaneously, Alina raised the flag emblazoned with "Freedom" and issued a call to arms.

She had no lack of followers.

Despite the significant differences between the werewolves and the were-beasts, they finally reached a consensus on supporting Mr. Carlo’s descendants.

There were also the Sea Demons who came ashore.

After Mr. Carlo passed away, their situation worsened, and nobody ever treated them as equals.

With Miss Alina’s return, of course, they had to follow.

Additionally, there were the Centaurs.

Both the Black striped Centaurs and Brown striped Centaurs were in complete agreement on advancing towards West City.

Aside from these mysterious races, many disenfranchised individuals and opportunists joined Alina’s ranks.

Alina’s rebel force was so diverse that even the third brother tearfully saw it.

Though there were many suitable recruits, following Roland’s criteria, she selected only 40,000 as her main force.

Over a thousand Centaur scouts, 3,000 werewolves for the night battle brigade, and under 300 Sea Demon special forces.

This comprised all of Alina’s mysterious race warriors.

Nobody understood why she did this, but she remembered Roland’s words: mysterious races are just mysterious races, not one with us. Maybe in the distant future, humanity could be civilized enough to live in harmony across species and groups, but that wasn’t now.

Alina wholeheartedly agreed.

Her father moved too fast with integration, causing a split.

If only Roland had been her father’s assistant instead of the ambitious Robert, things would have been different.

Alina sighed inwardly, directing her battle flag northward.

No matter how Marco divided his troops, she had only this one route.

Dividing forces has its advantages and disadvantages.

If the enemy was too scattered, she might seize the opportunity to defeat each separately.

Seeing the surrounding warriors brimming with confidence, Alina herself wasn’t so sure.

If it weren’t for Roland being such a quality ally, she’d want to retreat.

Others didn’t know Marco was skilled in military strategy, but she did.

Although war gaming is just theoretical, Marco achieved high success rates against her father’s disciples and even her father himself.

Even if it was theoretical, he was the best at it.

Moreover, he excelled in organizing and training troops.

If he could organize an army of hundreds of thousands, he could command in battle.

Alina had no assurance and was somewhat anxious, but she knew she had no retreat.

"Land in the Jia Lai Region!"

Not long after Marco left West City, Roland, who had been drifting at sea for over half a month, also issued an attack order.

Jia Lai was Marco’s backyard.

It was Marco’s hometown, where he assembled his main team.

Capturing Jia Lai would be as damaging to Marco as capturing West City.

Landing wasn’t easy, but fortunately, he had organized once outside Ives Port and had the experience.

Upon receiving the order, Bridges, who had bottled up his eagerness for days, flushed with excitement.

He personally climbed the mast, signaling the fleet with flags to convey the orders.

Once the orders were transmitted, he waved the signal flags again, rallying all the ships.

"Sussex needs everyone to fight to the end!"

This phrase ignited the Fourth Fleet’s fighting spirit.

Nearly a hundred warships set sail, heading straight for Marco’s homeland.

"Advance towards the Jin Yuan Kingdom!"

While "inspecting work" at the border of Selin Province and Jin Yuan, Count Sif raised his Long Spear towards the neighboring country, both ally and foe.

Governor of Bordeaux was so excited he almost fell off his horse.

War is good; how else could he rise in rank and wealth without war?

"Lord Count, what excuse for war should we use?"

He shouted loudly, seemingly consulting but actually reminding Sif that this was a formal war between two major powers and required a valid reason.

It needed to be justified.

Glancing at Bordeaux, Sif calmly said:

"Alina once tried to assassinate me; I want revenge, that’s the reason."

Bordeaux was dumbfounded.

Huh? Wasn’t this a declaration of war against the Jin Yuan Kingdom?

Wait, wasn’t Miss Alina an ally? You can declare war for this?

Seeing Bordeaux dumbstruck, another accompanying high official, Aramis, was much smarter.

He instantly understood Sif’s intention.

Although the Empress had ascended the throne, she hadn’t officially crowned; declaring war between nations would overstep her authority.

The Cabinet could even use this to impeach her.

But Sif used an indisputable excuse to turn this war into a feudal lord’s personal vendetta.

Did Alina try to assassinate her?

Yes.

Could she exact revenge?

Yes, this was a sacred right granted by the Goddess of Fengrao, transcending country and law.

What if someone blocked her path to revenge?

Of course, they would be eliminated.

No issue at all.

As vassals of the Count, Ados, Bordeaux, and Aramis naturally had the responsibility to lead troops and join their lord’s army.

Even the world’s most critical critics couldn’t find fault.

Worthy of Her Majesty the Empress, to come up with such a peculiar yet sensible plan.