CHAPTER 36 Fight

After that conversation with everyone congregating on their success, I spent the next year training with and training his guards and the young pages. After the recruitment, I first got rid of the spies, especially those sent by the Lannisters and the master of whispers. after grabbing a few spies, he told his father about the situation. My father immediately ordered that they all be killed in front of everyone in Storm's End.

I only gave a few, and his father didn't ask why the remaining were used as test subjects in arena wars. My father didn't forget to order me to be present, as I was the reason for their deaths. Because it was the first time he would see death in front of him, that's why.

And when I didn't vacate in front of death or blood, My father looked even prouder as he saw him capable of passing through the game.

My father would not have agreed at once if he hadn't seen the interrogation himself. Steffon had witnessed the slip and the contradiction of what these spies said. That confirmed what his son had said.

Some of my father's men and some of the unit were around his father when the interrogation started. They could not help but get angry at the Lannisters and the master of whispers for playing such dirty tricks. They were also impressed by the young son of their Lord.

After getting rid of the spies and recruiting more guards to take their places, I started their training. I introduced the body training routines and sword, spear, bow, and shield arts from my previous life, combined with all the magic shit I could do. He also divided the resources into layers, and each layer demanded a certain level of loyalty.

He also started to organise his army in the Roman style and taught them different tactics. He used different flags for different messages and trained birds and animals to do many things, not just be war messengers.

He busied himself with his studies, Stormsland's management with his father, and training his men and women (literally, his "women") to learn magic.

During the past year, he would visit his castle for three days. spent time with the girls and Melisandre tracking their training and routine and making changes to it, replenishing the resources and the best food weapons, and so on.

Learning magic, exchanging the books, picking up the new supply of gold, and giving a huge quantity of beef to Krakens. and also teaching Melisandre to keep tabs on progress.

By the end of the year, I had succeeded in making golems. So it was a big development and gave a huge boost to the magic researcher and huge help in the training of the army, especially the girls who were turning into priestesses. as he could only bring a limited number of experts to train them before the High One noticed the disappearance of trained expert warriors.

While After seeing me train with my men, Robert was dying of jealousy. He was the one with the most requests for Steffon, but his requests were all dull. He only requested something like a good hammer, a good horse, etc.

But after that, he went to Steffon and requested men like me. Although Steffon wanted to refuse, he still gave him one hundred soldiers to at least be fair. He wanted to offer the same treatment to his sons, and if he could groom them both, that would be great. And it was great for him that his son was finally getting interested in more than just alcohol.

And what did the idiot do after that? He tried to influence his strength by attacking a bandit lair of three hundred men with only one hundred men, without even studying the lair's terrain or geography. And what was the result? Robert nearly got himself killed and required my help to rescue him. Although he managed to kill about fifty bandits, he also suffered seventy deaths and was captured.

After that incident, my father refused to give him any men until he was an adult.

Some might be wondering how the hell I was able to succeed. Well, it was an amazing idea and a well-executed strategy.

I examined my guards first who could do this without dying as it's just only one year since they started the hell training and modifications in their bodies? As that might lead to the failure of the operation. After checking, I found that he had only 223 soldiers that could perform to their full potential. one hundred of my men and forty who had managed to escape from my shitbrother's men The rest were from his father.

Of course, I wouldn't lead the children, training with him, for this operation. I would only lead those I thought qualified. They only numbered one hundred.

First, I divided his men into two groups of five units each. The first unit would try to attract the bandits to attack with their low number of only a hundred men. The second unit would hide and wait for the enemy to gather, then attack from the right side. It was the same for the third unit. Each unit would have eighty men. The second and third units would hide until the enemy was close by and then attack from the left and right wings.

The fourth unit would attack the lair from the mountain's side, and after the enemy left the mountain, it would be long-range combat. This unit had forty men. They would rescue Robert as fast as they could and then attack the enemy from behind.

The last unit of 23 men would be divided into three. The first group would be the scouts that specialize in camouflage. They would lead the different units to perform their different tasks. Then there were the trackers, who specialized in killing enemy scouts while hiding. The last group would be the hunters, who would follow between the other two units and make sure there wouldn't be any abnormalities.

They were also tasked with spreading a rumour among the bandits that the foolish son of Lord Baratheon and the twin brother of the fool they caught led only one hundred men to rescue his brother.

I appointed my father's men plus three of his chosen men as commanders of each group. I was still not sure if they could handle the pressure. After receiving the approval of my father and my men, I made my move. Steffon wanted to see his son's capability in this situation.

He already knew I could kill anyone in single combat or in a war, and this time he wanted to see my leadership skills, my strategies, and my grip on my soldiers and the unknown soldiers. He also prepared two thousand men in case the situation moved south.

When the bandits took the bait, it was their funeral. Although I prepared different plans and strategies, in case they didn't take the bait, it was unnecessary. The idiots took the bait. And with the difference in inhuman strength and my men moving within squads of five, and don't forget the crossbow unit he created—my men started their killing spree.

When the bandits saw only one hundred men, they rushed to try and capture the second twin, even though they were only one hundred yards away from me. My assistant, Flip, raised the red flag, and at once, the crossbow unit of twenty men and the other twenty archers in his group started attacking.

The bandits fell in confusion but still ran to my group. But then, Flip raised the yellow flag, seeing my signal, and the two cavalry groups hiding by the side started their attack.

And soon it turned into a massacre, in which I've held myself back greatly. to give my men some experience despite the fact that they had been fighting each other on a daily basis with animals, spies, ghouls, and occasionally golems since last month.

Five minutes later, the fourth unit had already saved Robert and attacked from the back with the rest of Robert's men.

Half an hour was all it took for Drake's men to kill all the two hundred and fifty bandits, and it's not even a year since they started training

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