Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Corinna's words revealed her desire for victory and a deep understanding of the battle situation.

The battles of this period had made her feel unprecedented pressure and fatigue.

In particular, to rescue the besieged Third Army, the First Legion had been traveling almost non-stop, day and night, both physically and mentally exhausted.

Her words caused many generals present to look sideways, not expecting the Seventh Princess to have such a good strategic vision.

"Okay, this battle will be spearheaded by my Third Legion to assist the army in breaking through Mons Fortress," Brel said.

Brel actually had his own little plan in mind.

The Third Legion had suffered heavy losses in this expedition, not only losing soldiers and generals, but also having no significant achievements to date.

This situation would inevitably cause dissatisfaction in the army and be a serious blow to his prestige.

This tunnel, which could directly affect the battle situation of Mons Fortress, was an excellent opportunity for the Third Legion to make meritorious contributions, and he would naturally not let it go.

Kremont saw through Brel's selfishness, but he did not intend to stop him.

Because from the overall perspective, as long as Mons Fortress could be successfully captured, there would be no major resistance in the entire Northwest battlefield, and those territorial nobles who betrayed the empire would inevitably be properly liquidated.

Such a battle result was extremely important for the entire army and even the country.

In Kremont's plan, the task of liquidating the rebellious nobles would naturally be the responsibility of his First Legion. Soren's Royal Guard Knights and crossbow cavalry had already established great achievements in this war, so it was reasonable to appropriately cede some of the credit to friendly forces.

Of course, this plan also needed to be approved by Crown Prince Soren.

After all, the Knights and crossbow cavalry had been fighting alongside Soren during this period and had established a deep bond.

If Soren were to stand up for them and insist on all the credit they deserved, Kremont would also find it very difficult.

Therefore, how to persuade Soren to understand and accept this distribution plan became the next issue that Kremont needed to consider carefully.

"Such an important task is a trouble for Minister Brel. I know that your experience and wisdom are invaluable to our army," Soren said solemnly, then changed the subject and made his request, "However, I have a small additional request."

Minister Brel looked at Soren, waiting for his next words.

Soren's recent display of decisiveness and ability, different from the past, made Brel no longer dare to underestimate this young Crown Prince.

"Corinna has extraordinary insights and enthusiasm for military affairs. I hope Minister Brel can take her with you and give her the opportunity to learn from you," Soren said with a sincere smile, and continued, "I believe that under your guidance, she will become more mature and outstanding."

Minister Brel was silent for a moment, he was obviously weighing the pros and cons of this request.

He had long heard of Corinna's talent and enthusiasm, and he also understood the deep meaning of Soren's move—it was both a respect for him and a recognition of his ability.

Finally, after some deliberation, Minister Brel nodded and agreed: "Since His Highness values Princess Corinna so much, I will naturally do my best to teach her."

This so-called "following and learning" was actually letting Brel accept Princess Corinna as a student to teach.

For Brel, this was not only a responsibility but also a challenge.

Because he knew that his former student, Prince Prines, had tried to stab him in the back, although he ultimately failed, it had also left him with a deep lesson.

Therefore, in the process of teaching Corinna, he had to be more careful and cautious, both to impart real knowledge and skills to her and to prevent her from going astray.

When Minister Brel agreed to accept Corinna as a student, he understood in his heart that this was not just an educational commitment, but also a political alignment.

From this moment on, he would be regarded as a staunch supporter of Crown Prince Soren, and this change of identity meant that he would be closely linked to Soren's political interests.

This could also be seen as an alternative form of binding, and his future political career would be closely linked to the rise and fall of Crown Prince Soren.

In the depths of his heart, Brel had to admire Soren's political skills.

He clearly knew that if he refused Soren's request, Soren would likely use other reasons to let the First Legion take over the battle of Mons Fortress.

In this way, he would not only lose an opportunity to make meritorious contributions but also potentially fall into a passive position politically.

Therefore, he chose to compromise and accept this seemingly simple but meaningful request.

"That's great," Soren said with a smile, his face full of得意 (de yi) - smugness, a triumphant smile, "Then I wish Minister Brel a good start and an early victory."

Hearing Soren's congratulations, Brel and Kremont showed bitter smiles at the same time.

In this battle, they were cleverly manipulated by Soren again.

This Crown Prince was much smarter than the other princes.

When the iron cavalry of the First Legion tightly surrounded Mons Fortress like a surging flood, the noble lords of the three northwestern provinces fell into unprecedented panic and chaos.

Their originally comfortable lives were shrouded in the sudden war clouds, and those nobles who were usually pampered were like ants on a hot pot, anxiously running around.

Many nobles, in a panic, couldn't help but curse Prines as a waste.

They angrily accused Prines of losing all the hard-won advantages in less than two months.

Now, they could only shrink back into the fortress, passively taking defensive measures, completely losing their previous initiative and strategic advantage.

The lords near Mons Fortress were even more miserable.

Everything that these noble lords were experiencing today was actually the inevitable result of their betrayal of the empire.

Soren stood quietly on a scarred lord's castle, his eyes deep and indifferent.

This castle was once the pride and glory of a certain noble, but now it had become a ruin.

On the castle gate, the seven members of the noble family who had not had time to escape were hanging.

Their corpses swayed gently in the wind, as if telling of their former glory and present misery.

As Soren sighed, a looming figure appeared in the town outside the castle, staring at Soren on the castle with a ghostly gaze.