652: Chapter 162, Post-War Maneuvering_1 652: Chapter 162, Post-War Maneuvering_1 Days flew by, and soon, it was March in Yangchun.
Having confirmed that there was nothing left to wring from the Orc Empire and with the threat of the plague becoming increasingly severe, the Human Alliance had no choice but to abandon their demands for compensation.
With the intervention of the various species on the continent, on March 13 in the Holy Calendar Year 99990, the representatives of the Allied Forces and the Orc Emperor officially signed a ceasefire treaty.
The contents were very simple: both sides would use their actual controlled areas as the boundary line, and from the date of the treaty’s signing, they would cease all acts of war.
There was no war compensation, no punishment for war criminals, and even a definitive conclusion on who was the righteous party in the war was absent.
All it can say about this treaty is that it’s very much in line with the Continent of Aslante.
The species fought for their own survival space; there was no distinction between righteousness or evil.
As a witness to history, Hudson was a spectator from beginning to end.
All stemmed from strength.
The Orcs conceded in the terms of the ceasefire, which was the price of losing the war.
The Orc Prairie belonged to the humans, the mountains and wastelands currently occupied by the Allied Forces were now designated to the orcs who had defected to the humans.
All was clearly arranged by the Allied Forces.
The Orc Empire had no choice but to accept it begrudgingly.
Having an additional group of Orcs acting as a strategic buffer was always better than being in direct contact with the Human Race.
Theoretically speaking, as long as there were no major changes in the future, the Orc Empire could continue indefinitely.
After all, the dismal land they now occupied held no interest for humans.
With the signing of the treaty, the atmosphere within the Alliance heated up.
Around the subject of spoils distribution, the factions started bickering again.
The intensity of the fight for the Orc Prairie now matched how much they had previously looked down upon it.
Unquestionably, the nobles were masters at saying one thing and doing another.
However, all of this had nothing to do with the Alpha Kingdom.
Thankfully, they had previously moved the boundary a few hundred miles outward; otherwise, there wouldn’t have been any gains at all.
While everyone was busy divvying up the spoils, Hudson, who was the Chief Logistics Officer, was busy trying to get people moving.
The war was over, and the subsequent strategic resources naturally no longer existed.
For each day that the Allied Forces remained at the frontline, they were consuming stored resources.
Not involving their own interests, Hudson had no interest in dealing with everyone’s petty conflicts.
During the Allied Command meeting, Hudson formally submitted his resignation.
Prior to this, he had already finished the distribution of the last of the strategic supplies.
From the perspective of the accounts, all of the Allied Forces’ logistical supplies were completely distributed.
His position as the Chief Logistics Officer was coming to an end.
There was no attempt to retain him.
Everyone was busy fighting over interests.
Even the withdrawal of the Alpha Kingdom did not cause any ripples.
As for how to handle the subsequent problems, Hudson wasn’t sure.
Mainly because the area of the Orc Prairie was too vast, exceeding the total land of three Alpha Kingdoms.
Once such a broad area was developed, it would become another emperor’s domain.
Such a big piece of cake, with so many human powers vying for a share, it was obviously impossible for anyone to hog it exclusively.
The future scenario of the Prairie would definitely be lively.
Leading the army back home, Hudson’s position as a commander was over.
Without needing anyone to hint, he took the initiative to submit his resignation.
However, many things went against one’s wishes.
The more he wanted to resign, the more Caesar III insisted on not letting him do so.
It was not because of his ability but mainly because once there is no commander upfront, the spearhead for the distribution of interests would point directly at the king.
Dealing with the daily grind, the disputes over interest distribution never ceased amongst these people.
Once personal interests are involved, no one can be placated.
“Viscount, are you guys really prepared to migrate north?” Hudson asked in disbelief.
As the second family in the Southeastern Province, the family enterprise of the Hollis Family was all in the south.
According to the previous plan, they were to expand towards the Fengyun Province.
He did not expect them to decide to migrate north in the blink of an eye.
Theoretically speaking, the greatest opportunities currently are in the north.
The Nobles of the North have been severely wounded, and even the local strongmen obstructing their northern development no longer remain.
But all of this was just theoretical.
The newly reclaimed provinces in the Northern Frontier were all uninhabited lands.
While it’s indeed difficult to establish authority here, the labor, materials, and financial resources required to develop these areas amounted to an astronomical number.
In any case, the Koslow Family did not have these capacities.
Even though Hudson made a killing in the war, he still couldn’t afford the colossal development costs.
As the old aristocracy of the kingdom, the wealth amassed by the Hollis family was far beyond what the nouveau riche Koslow family could compare to.
Once they decide to prioritize strategy towards the north, the gap in labor should be filled quickly.
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“Hudson, the family made this decision out of necessity.
All the noble powers of the Southeastern Province have been severely hit in this war.
If we were to proceed in accordance with the original plan to compete for Fengyun Province, the Hollis Family would not have any chance of winning.
Bridging the vast chasm between the Intermediate Aristocracy and the Major Noble is a rare chance: to miss this moment means not knowing when the next will come.
The Hollis family can’t wait, and I can’t wait any longer either.
Other than choosing to compete in the relatively weak Northern Frontier, we simply have no better options!”
During these words, Viscount Orlan looked at Hudson with envy.
As the biggest profiteer from this war, the Koslow Family already had the power to rival the Dalton Family, and there was simply no need to migrate.