King-Chapter 1102 - 163, Navy? Pirates_3

"Don’t feel burdened, we aren’t engaging in smuggling trade with the Orcs for profit.

Our main intention in sending over goods is to incite civil unrest among the Orcs. Unequal distribution, rather than scarcity, is to be our concern. As long as we manage the rhythm of the trade, there’s no worry we can’t create conflicts within the Orc Empire.

Jose, we must press the shipyard to move faster. Our current fleet is still too small.

Regarding naval construction, the Military Department must also step up. Within the next five years, I don’t expect you to battle with the regular navies, but you must at least be able to intimidate the Pirates.

Divide the main fleet in two, with bases in Snow Moon Territory and the Mountain Domain, rotating annually for combat training."

Hudson rattled on in an earnest tone.

It was the same smuggling trade, but with a different label, the significance completely changed.

With "inciting Orc civil unrest" as the starting point, all smuggling activities suddenly became legal. Even if discovered by others, it wouldn’t be a big deal.

After all, there were so many Orc tribes within their ranks, there were bound to be a few dim-witted ones who fell for it. With results achieved, everything else would logically follow.

Deep inside, Hudson scorned the Nobles of the North once again. They wasted such favorable conditions, concerned only with business and capturing slaves; no wonder they had a bad reputation.

If they had been more proactive, orchestrating a few Orc uprisings, the various circles of the Kingdom definitely wouldn’t have vilified them so unanimously.

"Your Grace, there aren’t many Orc tribes in the coastal regions, apart from around Newport, the remaining areas are hardly suitable for large tribes to inhabit.

If we want to use the Orcs for training, we might need to send troops deep into enemy territory. Aside from the significant risks involved, whether we can achieve a military victory is also uncertain."

Jose spoke cautiously.

Being imprudent wasn’t an option; Hudson’s strategic deployments were already quite daring. As a Military Officer, if he didn’t find a way to control the situation, it might spiral out of control.

"This is simple, establish a Marine Corps, equipped with sufficient Cavalry. Quick in-and-out operations; raid the Orcs and then retreat by sea.

It doesn’t matter if we can’t grab any goods; bringing back the heads of Orcs is equally commendable as a military achievement.

Not only our navy but a host of Noble Lords with strong maritime power should be drawn into this. If the regular army can’t handle this task, have the Pirates they control take on the sideline.

Your job is to produce successful cases first. Later, I’ll use those cases to convince the Kingdom to let the Magician Regiment clear the coastal reefs to create suitable conditions for landing."

Hudson spoke with a murderous aura.

If Orcs can raid the Near East Region, the Kingdom can likewise infiltrate from the coast and throw the great plains into chaos.

If unable to bring disaster to the entire Orc Empire, at least we could make the coastal Orc tribes weep.

Frankly speaking, implementing this plan now is slightly too late.

The area around Newport (Bimon Port/Moonwind Port) has been devastated by the Expedition Army Corps into a no-man’s land. Countless Orcs turned Undead, still roaming the great plains, haven’t been completely eradicated to this day.

With this prime Pirating ground lost, the remaining areas aren’t as easy to raid. Often you need to penetrate deep behind enemy lines to achieve results.

The main reason Hudson dared to implement this plan was because the Orc coastline was too extensive to defend effectively.

Through continual raids, force the Orcs to abandon their borders and seal themselves off inland.

Once this strategic goal is achieved, if the Orc Empire wishes to obtain resources from the outside world, they can only engage in smuggling trade with the Kingdom, being economically exploited over a long term.

Even if other major powers wish to support the Orcs, they won’t be able to deliver aid. Essentially, Hudson has little faith in the integrity of the Human Race’s major forces.

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Once the various powers of the South Continent had digested their spoils of war and marched north to defeat the Alien Coalition, the end of the Human Alliance would be in sight.

Without the pressure of species survival, betraying teammates was entirely the basic operation.

There were once rumors flying everywhere that the Clergy had colluded with the Orcs. Although there was no concrete evidence in the end, Hudson took it seriously.

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The Bimon camp, once the First Orc Empire Court, was now devoid of its former glory.

Looking back at the encampment with longing, Chief Alex sighed and said, "Send the order down, tell our clansmen to pack up, prepare to migrate!"

No matter who the new Royal Family was, they had to hand this place over. Being able to retire in one piece from the royal position was already a miracle in the history of the Orc Empire.

The former Orc Royal Families would immediately be devoured once they fell. The Bimon clan’s smooth landing depended entirely on Alex’s ability to read the times.

Of course, agile diplomatic methods were also an important factor.

Through his exceptional social skills, and his efforts, the Bimon clan had always maintained good relationships with the other Four Royal Families.

With the backing of four families, potential contenders for the Royal Family position who had yet to ascend had naturally little to say.

Just because there was no open action did not mean everyone was calm behind the scenes. Even now, if Bimon were ever to be alone outside, accidents often occurred.

If coincidences happened too often, they were no longer coincidences. Knowing that these species feared the Bimon clan might jump out at the last moment to snatch the prize, and thus resorted to underhanded tactics to weaken them, Alex could only turn a deaf ear.

The weak were always wrong no matter what they did. Keeping the lid on allowed everyone to maintain surface harmony; if things blew up, it would immediately lead to a great war.

To avoid being caught in endless internal strife, Alex could only choose to migrate and go to the frontline to avoid the limelight.

Reality is so ironic; the area with the most intense conflict with the enemy, where a great war could break out at any time, actually became the safest refuge for the Bimon clan.

In this regard, the various species of the Orc Empire and the Major Nobles of the Kingdom of Elf thought similarly and did not want to be neighbors with each other.

"Yes, Chieftain!"

The guard’s words deeply wounded Alex’s heart.

Weakened from being Royalty, even their titles must change. Crossing the line and being discovered by enemies was akin to handing over a knife.

Witnessing the Bimon clan’s decline from its heyday, Alex’s heart was collapsing. The Bimon Royal Family, who once commanded more than a hundred thousand, could now only cling to political wisdom for survival.

"Who is eavesdropping outside?"

It was not that Alex was being paranoid; the current situation was indeed disharmonious for the Bimon clan, and they had to be extremely cautious.

"Your Majesty Alex, long time no see!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Alex’s face changed dramatically. What was expected to come, still came; with such a significant upheaval, how could there not be grievances within the Bimon clan?

The Old Bimon Emperor had died, and naturally, the blame fell on him as the successor. No matter how hard he tried, the royal status of the Bimon clan was lost in his hands.

Now, unable to even keep their ancestral land, being forced to migrate to the frontline, the dissatisfaction within the clan also reached a tipping point.

A civil unrest could break out, and Alex had long been prepared, having already deployed people to watch over those who might cause trouble. As soon as there was a sign of trouble, he would strike first and hard.

But for all his planning, he had never anticipated that the one to challenge him would not be any aristocrat within the clan, but rather Prince Butzweig, who had long fled to the World of Ice and Snow.

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