Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

When Soren led the army to the outside of Fuerjia City, dust rose on the distant horizon. It was the second noble coalition army of the Northwest nobles, rushing to join Soren's army.

The sound of iron hooves shook the sky, and their momentum was like a rainbow.

The two armies merged, and the total number reached a staggering 500,000.

Even the battle-hardened Breyer felt a hint of surprise at such a large force.

He looked around and saw that the soldiers of the noble coalition army were in high spirits and full of fighting spirit.

This was not only enthusiasm for the war but also resistance to Prince Correll's long-standing tyranny.

Prince Correll's cruel rule had long made the nobles of the northwestern provinces miserable, and the anger in their hearts had accumulated to the extreme.

As the army finished gathering, some crude siege equipment was pushed out.

Soren's mouth twitched slightly as he looked at these devices.

He had originally heard Breyer say that they were building siege machinery, and he had been expecting siege equipment. After all, they had tunnels in Mons Fortress, but they were just building simple ladders to attack the city.

However, the reality before him made him a little dumbfounded. Apart from a few decent battering rams, there was only the ladder as equipment to get up the wall.

There were no 'advanced' siege machines such as siege towers and trebuchets.

However, when Soren's gaze turned to the mages slowly gathering in the military camp, he immediately understood.

After all, this was a high-martial world, and the mysterious and powerful power of magic was indispensable.

With the addition of the Alfonso Legion's mages, they could now barely form a mage regiment.

With this temporarily formed mage regiment, the chances of winning this war were undoubtedly increased.

"Brother, with your current physical condition, there is really no need to come forward in person."

Corinna supported the weak Soren, her face full of worry and dissatisfaction. Her tone was somewhat reproachful, but more of it was concern for Soren.

Soren smiled slightly, gently patted the back of Corinna's hand, signaling her to rest assured, "Don't I need to come out?" He asked softly, then struggled to stand up straight, waving to the neatly lined-up Imperial soldiers.

"Hail, Your Highness the Crown Prince!" the soldiers shouted in unison, their voices shaking the sky, demonstrating their loyalty and respect for Soren.

This earth-shattering shout also attracted the attention of the noble coalition soldiers, who turned their heads and looked curiously at this side.

Soren took a deep breath, trying to make his voice louder: "I am really sorry today that I cannot join you brave warriors in fighting the enemy and fighting for the glory of the Empire."

The mage next to him immediately cast an amplification spell, spreading Soren's words throughout the entire military camp,

ensuring that every soldier could hear his voice.

"But I am not willing!" Soren continued, his voice appearing more firm and powerful under the effect of magic, "I am not willing to be unable to participate in the war because of my injuries, and even more unwilling not to fight alongside you brave warriors. It is my honor, Soren Bragg, to be able to fight alongside you for so long."

He paused, his eyes swept across the faces of every soldier, seeing the determination and loyalty in their eyes. Then, he continued: "Today, I am here to ask you brave warriors to take down the traitor Correll, who betrayed the Empire, for the Empire. I, Soren Bragg, hereby guarantee to you that the compensation for all the fallen warriors will be doubled. I will personally take care of your wives and daughters, ensuring that their lives are worry-free. And those warriors who are disabled and retire due to war injuries, I will also arrange suitable jobs for you, guaranteeing your future lives."

As Soren's words fell, the entire military camp fell into silence. The soldiers listened quietly,

their eyes flickering with determination.

"The first soldier to take the lead in battle, I will grant him the title of knight and a fief! The first warrior to kill his way into the city hall and the lord's mansion will be granted the title of baron and a fief! And that warrior who can cut off the dog's head of the traitor Correll, I will directly grant him the title of viscount and a fief!"

Soren's words completely ignited the soldiers' enthusiasm.

The entire military camp erupted with deafening cheers, and the morale of the Imperial soldiers instantly soared to its peak.

They waved the weapons in their hands, shouting Soren's name, ready to fight for the glory of the Empire.

Under Clement's orders, the Imperial army launched a fierce siege.

The soldiers, like cannonballs, charged forward towards the enemy's city.

Their hearts were filled with a desire for victory and loyalty to the Empire, and all of this stemmed from Soren's inspiring declaration.

On a high ground somewhere on the city wall, Number Three and Number Five silently followed a middle-aged man wearing a scarlet armor.

This man was short in stature, but with a dignified aura. He wore a grimacing red ghost mask on his face, making his face even more mysterious and unpredictable.

His gaze, through the holes in the mask, sharply stared at the neatly arrayed Imperial army outside the city, as if evaluating every detail.

"This is the army of the Holy Bragg Empire!" he slowly opened his mouth, his voice revealing an unquestionable authority: "Indeed, they are well-trained and well-equipped, but that is not a reason for your assassination failure, Zaotian-kun." His words carried a faint disappointment, causing Number Three and Number Five to lower their heads involuntarily, their hearts filled with guilt.

Number Three and Number Five exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness and self-reproach in each other's eyes.

They knew that this failure was not only a failure to complete the mission but also a betrayal of this lord's trust and expectations.

The middle-aged man did not seem to want to blame them too much. He changed the subject and continued: "However,

let's leave it at that for today. Past failures should not become stumbling blocks for our progress but should become the driving force for us to move forward."

Just then, Number Three suddenly raised his head and pointed to a conspicuous figure in the Imperial army's battle formation.

It was a young man wearing a gorgeous noble robe. He stood on a high platform in the center of the battle formation,

giving a pre-war speech to the surrounding soldiers.