The fight must ensure the opponent is defeated. It's the same now. I have to pierce the Kingdom within a week, otherwise there will be no peace.

Facing the Kingdom's spring offensive, I only have this choice. Wolfrang may think that as long as they are repelled, it's enough. But that doesn't solve the fundamental problem. After hundreds of years, the Kingdom will continue to wage war.

Simmon is no longer here, but I always forget. I still make Park go and call Simmon to discuss things, then suddenly remember that Simmon is already dead, inevitably sighing.

Wolfrang locked himself in the room for a long time, until Leya with bandages on her wings saved him from the autistic environment. When werewolf is in a frenzy, its strength may increase, but what increases more is the grim and twisted facial expression and the bloodthirsty personality. Despite Wolfrang being a wise gentleman, werewolf is still a werewolf.

There is no need to hide anymore. The coalition and the Kingdom have both chosen war voluntarily. People carry rifles at all times, there are fewer people eating in the bar, and more people getting drunk. Gray inherited Simmon's work, but he is not as good as Simmon. That kind of old cunning can only be accumulated over time.

Sometimes the witches ask me about the future, and I answer honestly. They are leaderless, except occasionally listening to my commands to do something, they rarely have much contact with others. Now what they need is a successor to Grandma Bonare.

I have many concerns. Sasa often walks with me wearing a deer wool coat that is about to fall to the ground, listening to me talk about the worries weighing heavily on my mind. For now, the top priority is the Kingdom's offensive.

"What should we do if they attack our doorstep tomorrow, my wife?"

"If they attack tomorrow, we strike today."

An unintentional question, my wife's answer gave me inspiration. Yes, why do we have to be on the defensive? Can't we strike first? What if we wage war? We have been passively engaged in warfare for a long time for the sake of survival, and the result is that we end up in this state, right?

Sasa is not a saint, and I am not a white lotus flower. Let justice go to hell. Anyway, in the history of the Kingdom, we are already sinners. I don't care about adding a few more sins.

But the problem is, if we, the coalition, launch an offensive, we will face a siege. The third-level territory of Kingdom Inslay may not have walls, but the borders of the second-level territories have walls as high as three floors. How should we deal with that? It seems that I can only continue to show them the cards in my hand...

"Notify the orcs to assemble here on the first day of the first ploughing month, on the twenty-second day. Bring everything you can, we are going to war with the mages."

"But, the first ploughing month... our fields haven't..."

"As long as the Kingdom comes, no matter how much you have planted, it's as if you haven't. Don't you understand?"

Gray understood what I meant and nodded. The calendar here is also twelve months in a year, but it's not differentiated by numbers one to twelve. January to March is called the ploughing month, April to June is the hot month, July to September is the harvest month, and October to December is called the cold month.

And as the name suggests, the ploughing month is the month for ploughing. But in reality, it only takes one month to finish the ploughing, and the other two months are for tending to the crops that have not yet grown in the land. The first month of the ploughing month, which is the most important month of the year, launching a war during this period is almost a nationwide death-defying rhythm.

I know very well that as long as we capture the royal city, we will have more than enough food, even if it's luxurious honey cream instead of just wheat and flour. But how are we going to capture it? Park's hard work is the answer, and it's also a deadly card that I've been cultivating since acquiring the cannon.

I can't predict how many people will die in this battle, but it will definitely be the most brutal battle in this small land in thousands of years. When we reach the royal city, not only the remaining Medusa, but even Sasa and I will personally join the battle.

Of course, this is not a story of sacrificing thousands of lives for the sake of me and Sasa, nor is it for avenging the brothers and sisters of Night Fall Town. This is about pushing the wheel of time with iron and blood.

"Husband, do you want to go home and take a look?"

My wife suddenly remembered something and suggested a strange idea.

"We'll go home and take a look once everything is arranged. What's wrong, miss home?"

"Mhmm."

"Hehe, just wait, it's almost time."

The allied forces will start their offensive from our home, and then I can go home with her. I just don't know what to do when I get home. It's a bit sentimental at this critical moment, but it doesn't matter. On the eve of war, I can do whatever I want.

Instead of reminiscing about the past, I secretly wrote a farewell letter because I'm worried that I might not have the chance to tell Sasa everything I want to say, just like what happened to Simmon.

In the midst of everyone's anticipation, the agreed upon day arrived. The orcs arrived on time, and regardless of what kind of war they participated in, this group of yellow-skinned barbarians had no burden like wagons or cavalry. Take the laughing Ullum standing in front of me as an example: he carried a heavy cleaver that reached my chest on his back, wore greasy metal helmets on his left chest and right shoulder, and wore only a torn cloth skirt on his lower body. The rest were various daily necessities. For example, he tied two large pig thighs with ropes and hung them in front of his chest. On his back, he had a whole piece of pig ribs with the skin still intact. He had a large flintstone on his waist, probably for making fire. Surprisingly, his pipe for smoking tobacco was stuffed in his pants.

"Raul~Raul~Hoo hahaha."

"I told you to bring your belongings, is this how you bring them?"

"Yeah, we're not like you, relying on wagons to carry everything."

As he spoke, Ullum used his hand to drive away the flies attracted by the pig legs on his chest.

"Alright, I admire you. Where's the orc lord?"

"Oh, I'll take you there."

Sasa covered her nose and gestured for me to hurry up, indicating that she didn't want to look at the orcs any longer.

I thought the orc lord would be sitting on a grand sedan carried by four people, but I didn't expect him to be similar to Ullum. He also piled everything on himself, and beside his waist flute, there were four dead birds that looked like pigeons. And there was no grand sedan or throne at all. Apart from slightly more advanced clothing, the orc lord was treated the same as other orcs.

"Respected orc lord, thank you for coming from afar."

"Haha, no need for that. Now we have a common enemy, don't we?"

"But you are an emperor."

"No, the term 'emperor' is for humans. I am an orc. According to orc customs, you should call me Munglison."

The meaning of Munglison cannot be translated directly, but it can be understood as the inheritor (king) of Mungli (orc).

"Well then, Mungli Song... sir?"

"Hahaha, Raul, you're really funny. By the way, what about Simmon and Wolfrang?"

"Simmon...he's dead."

"What? Simmon is dead? That's impossible."

I briefly explained the "wooden box incident" to the orc lord. The more he listened, the more serious his expression became. Simmon had been doing business with them for thirty years, and the orc lord said he had watched Simmon grow and age from seventeen or eighteen years old. He really liked Simmon as a human and wanted to visit his grave. Since it was still early, I took him there.

"Do you know what Simmon was like when I first saw him?"

"What was he like?"

"He was arguing with one of my tribe members over money."

"Well, that's normal, isn't it?"

"Haha, it might be normal for you, but for other humans, it can be very dangerous. He was the first human I saw who dared to argue with an orc."

"Oh..."

"And you were the first human to shoot at me."

"Haha, but there will soon be a second and a third."

"I know, that's why I want to see what your human graves look like in advance."

The orc lord bent down, grabbed a handful of soil and scattered it in front of Simmon's grave, perhaps as an orc custom. At that moment, someone called my name from behind. It was Walt, standing upright as if he hadn't been injured at all.

"Oh, and who is this..."

"No need for introductions, I know him. So, I heard you were almost dead?"

"Ah, orc lord, but I am a werewolf after all."

"What about Wolfrang?"

"Big brother has something to do, so let us go first."

"Oh, I arranged it. Let's begin our journey." I explained.

Wolfrang and Park were busy with something important, and a hundred werewolves were helping them. We would know what they were doing once we reached the battlefield.

Leya had almost fully recovered from her injuries. Nephila had a poker face, silently standing at the edge of the orc crowd, and Thunderbird was preening its feathers under its armpit. I thought about calling Simmon over to report the number of troops, but before I could speak, I remembered that I had just visited Simmon's grave.

"Do you all know what we're going to do?"

"Fight!"

"Seek revenge for Simmon!"

"Yes, revenge for Sasa and Raul!"

In response to my question, there were many answers from the crowd, but none were quite accurate.

"What everyone said might be correct, but there is something even more important as we set off this time, and that is to find something."

"What are we looking for?"

"We're looking for everything you all want! Revenge, a peaceful life, peace, freedom, and the dignity that the kingdom has taken away from us. We will reclaim everything, one by one!"

All the humans from Night Fall Town, young and old, were present and ready for battle.

The werewolves and orcs were the same, pouring out in great numbers. Even the orc lord's eldest daughter and Wolfrang's younger sister were there.

Led by Walt and the other werewolves, they let out a howl, followed by chanting my name. The crowd roared with voices of tired humans, deep orc voices, and sharp voices of succubi. I recalled the mobilization before the battle with the Vanguard Army. Back then, I had a ninety percent chance of victory. But now, I didn't even have a ten percent chance. But this battle had to be fought. The anger from Simmon's sacrifice had to be turned into fighting strength, not transformed into long-term hatred towards the kingdom.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, we finished our final peaceful lunch and embarked on our journey. Behind me followed eleven Medusas, like a personal bodyguard. They were all wearing black cloaks, and Sasa and I were also wearing black cloaks. It should look pretty cool if captured with a long shot.

Alright, the spring offensive starts now.