After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King -
Chapter 107 - 106: The Art of Camping
Chapter 107: Chapter 106: The Art of Camping
"Lodya, are we camping here tonight to rest? And then arrive at the Gnoll territory tomorrow night..."
Satan Ye asked Lodya, hesitantly explaining her strategy while riding on the horse and holding Lodya’s waist, "And then a night raid, how about that?"
"Demon King, you decide."
Lodya said, but the only response she got was a puffed-up Satan Ye.
"Hmm~"
Satan Ye made a thinking sound and complained a bit, "So, what would you do, Lodya? Do you pass all the decisions to me just like Yila~"
At this, Lodya paused for a moment, and while marching, she spoke somewhat oddly, "Demon King, do you not mind Yila’s teachings? To be honest, they’re a bit... verbose."
Yes, Lodya also noticed that Yila’s teachings, though they could be described as *meticulous*, *detailed*, or *earnest*, were admittedly a bit verbose.
Lodya herself didn’t mind, but she thought the young Satan Ye might find it annoying.
"True, but... Yila’s teachings are indeed excellent."
Satan Ye said quietly as she lay on Lodya’s back, "I like listening to him explain the reasons behind his decisions, and I enjoy hearing him talk about those possibilities. Perhaps no matter what Yila says, I’ll be willing to listen."
At her words, the flame on Lodya’s head flickered... *From the description, it has nothing to do with teaching.*
Satan Ye, tilting her head slightly, said, "I feel like he never doubted that I could become a great king. I wonder if it’s just an illusion; it seems Yila has already seen me becoming a great ruler."
"*I even doubt myself. I’ve thought more than once whether I’m fit to be the Demon King... What about you, Lodya? Have you ever doubted me?*"
Though Lodya wanted to say she had never doubted Satan Ye, in truth, there were moments of doubt. When the news of Favignano’s death came, she naturally had her doubts.
*Even she questioned whether Satan Ye could bear the burden... But back then, merely bearing the burden was no longer enough. Looking at the bigger picture, a powerful Demon King alone couldn’t salvage the disadvantage of the Demon King’s camp.*
*The fact was that Satan Ye did not turn the tide, as no one could back then; the outcome was already decided.*
"Maybe Little Black and Rainbow Shell never doubted?"
Upon hearing Lodya’s uncertain words, Satan Ye softly nodded and said, *"Perhaps, but I truly don’t dislike Yila. No matter what, I won’t dislike him."*
It was an unquestionable fact that Favignano died at Yila’s hands. From a normal perspective, it was odd that Satan Ye and the other leaders could get along with Yila as they did now.
Therefore, many leaders deliberately avoided talking about the Demon King in front of Satan Ye.
But it seemed unnecessary.
"My father died honorably on the battlefield; everyone saw his battle with Yila. When he fell from the sky, he smiled and asked Yila to continue the fight with his mana."
And indeed, Yila lived up to his promise with Favignano, making people almost forget that the Crimson Demon Dragon was originally a kind of magical creature, not Yila’s exclusive wing pillar, nor a creature harvester.
The day her father died, Satan Ye cried continuously. Naturally, she also harbored countless resentments toward Yila, no matter how many good things her father said about him.
*The hatred was inevitable.*
But on the day Satan Ye formally became the Demon King, she had no time for hatred. *She was utterly confused because she couldn’t see a way for the monsters to win.*
Satan Ye wasn’t like her father; she couldn’t immerse herself in battles. Though debatable, her strength at that time didn’t allow her to engage in combat... nor did her state affairs allow it.
And hatred faded with time and could be redirected toward more deserving targets... *The day she stopped disliking Yila was the day other territories began to betray.*
After that, Satan Ye had figured it out.
"Because that was the battlefield. If you step onto it, you must be prepared to die. My father knew this, and so did Yila. None of them were despicable."
Lodya was a bit dazed. *So, Satan Ye had already let it go?*
"So, shall we camp here?"
At Satan Ye’s words, Lodya shook her head slightly, and a voice came from where a helmet should be, "Yes, it’s time to rest. Does the Demon King wish to announce it personally?"
It wasn’t really necessary, but Satan Ye seemed eager to issue the order.
"Slow down and prepare to set up camp!"
Satan Ye responded loudly...
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"If on the battlefield or when we’re likely to be ambushed at night, we should choose an earlier time to camp. We need to dig trenches, set up barricades, and build watchtowers."
Lodya sat by the campfire, and beside her, Satan Ye listened intently. She continued, "But in simple marches like this, to catch others off guard, it’s unnecessary."
"In a normal war, our troops would form a long line. The building of such defenses would be the job of the leading troops. Those arriving later wouldn’t need to do such work but might need to stand guard longer."
"We also need to find appropriate camping spots, observing at dusk. We shouldn’t choose low ground or too prominent high ground. When approaching the target within a certain range, we should avoid making fire to cook."
"Whether it’s the less sleep-needing Insect-man Clan, or our Headless Knight, Little Black the Black Knight, they can march through the night and rest briefly in the day, making them less conspicuous."
"While camping, guard patrols should be arranged, just like Yila set up before. Patrols nest outwards in concentric circles—the so-called ’nested’ camp setup. And then..."
"Additionally..."
Satan Ye listened and nodded to indicate she was memorizing. She really was like a sponge, constantly absorbing the knowledge she needed, swiftly moving toward becoming a qualified ruler.
The pace was not quick but very stable.
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