So the question is how to survive.
In other words, the strategy.
The most important of which is the fact that the Visigoth Royal Army is completely unaware of my existence well not as it is now at least.
In other words, they don't know that I know about the surprise attack.
I have to take full advantage of this.
The only thing that worries me is the current state of my army.
With the lord in such a state, there is no way that the army under him is in good shape.
In fact, in the history of the game, they were defeated without being able to resist in any way, so their condition must be beyond terrible.
The first thing I need to do is to rebuild my army.
It is more important to know yourself than to know your enemy.
That is also the basis of the art of war.
First of all, I called the head chamberlain and told him.
"Landers, we're going to the barracks."
"The barracks? If there's anything I can do for you, I'll call the commanding officer."
"No, I'll go myself."
"Then I'll have a carriage waiting for you right away."
The chamberlain rushed out the door.
The lord's notoriety is very useful in times .
It seems that a number of people have lost their lives due to misspoken words.
The atmosphere is such that they don't even ask if something is bothering me.
That helped a lot, as I was not in a position to explain what I was going to do.
Eventually, the chamberlain returned.
I followed him and found a carriage outside the lord's castle.
It was a luxurious covered carriage.
I was curious, but I didn't show it on my face as I got into the carriage.
The inside was not very spacious, maybe four people could fit. It was about the size of the back seat of a car with two padded benches.
The head chamberlain did not enter the carriage, perhaps intending to drive it himself. I looked around the carriage without a care in the world.
Soon the carriage began to move.
With a clattering sound, I felt myself floating.
Yes, the ride was terrible.
I felt like throwing up every time it rattled.
It was a terrible shaking.
I knew it couldn't be compared to a car.
Well, there is a big difference in technology.
As I leaned against the wall, desperately trying to hold back my nausea, the carriage soon came to a stop.
"Master. We have arrived."
I quickly ran outside to get my feet on the ground.
The wind calmed my nausea a bit.
This is going to take some getting used to.
I took a deep breath and looked around.
A wooden barracks caught my eye.
As far as I know, in this game, the barracks in the city are in charge of the city's security.
Moreover, it was also the place where the command center of the Provincial Army was located.
It was probably the same for Aquitania.
I first checked the information with my skill [Building inspection].
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[Aquitania's barracks]
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When I saw the information, I quickly put one hand on my head and held it tightly.
Another headache was coming on.
I couldn't help but let out a laugh.
The morale of my troops was only 20.
The maximum value is 100, so 20 is almost the worst.
That's why they couldn't put up any kind of resistance and got wiped out by the decoys.
The number of troops is not the entire Aintorian army, but only the ones in charge of defending the city.
It's not too many, not too few, but a good number.
In addition to this, there are several other barracks in various parts of Aquitania territory.
The city is the center of the territory where the lord's castle is located, and around it there is a large territory for farming.
Well, it's an agrarian society.
From the looks of it, the morale of the rest of the barracks won't be any higher than this. I fought off the dizziness I felt at the realization and walked into the barracks.
Inside the barracks, soldiers were gathered here and there.
I thought they were training, but soon realized that it was a stupid idea.
The soldiers were swarming all over the barracks and holding gambling contests.
Starting with a simple game of Big-Small, there were all kinds of gambling going on using dice.
For a moment, I couldn't believe my eyes. Is this what a barracks really looks like?
The lord had just entered the barracks, but no one had noticed, not even the guards.
I stopped the head chamberlain from rushing forward and grabbed the soldier who was about to throw the dice by the collar and pulled him as hard as I could.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
The soldier who had been pulled turned around angrily, still holding the dice.
Then his eyes met mine.
"Hee-hee-hee! My lord! I'm so sorry. When did you come to....?"
Julius's face is infamous here, too, and he immediately prostrates himself on the ground as soon as he is recognized.
The notoriety of the lord is also very effective among the soldiers.
"Enough. Better yet, go get the commander right now."
The soldier immediately stood up with his hands on the ground and ran, fuming.