607 A Quarrel With The Jumper
In the span of half a minute, I dragged over fifty monsters here while the rest ran away and hid under the ground.
“Fifty… Not bad,” I looked at all the twisting monsters here before adding in cold time, “it’s time to add a new breed to my army.”
Taking control over these monsters took much longer time than anything else I experienced! It took roughly an hour to control them, and once controlled they signed a contract and became mine.
I consumed lots of bones during this period, not for them but for other monsters out there.
The monsters didn’t stop attacking my forces, and I didn’t stop hunting them down. During the first hour, I managed to snatch fifty more monsters here, dragging them in a few numbers, seven, five, and even two at some occasions.
I kited them down bit by bit, even thought about letting my forces stand back there and let the monsters come at them.
Well… It might work, but I needed fresh races more than the ones I lost!
This chase continued for two hours. In the end, out of my mighty tens of millions army, only close to one million survived.
Luckily out of the slightly over a hundred thousand flying monsters I had, eighty thousand managed to escape back to the city.
The loss was big, but the gains weren’t small either!
I ended up having two hundred and sixty of these worms, almost taking one quarter of the big army that bastard brought here.
“You… It’s really something!” from the side, the jumper sighed, shook his head, “if I only have that earth shattering class of yours and that damn weird cultivation base, I’d have done much better!”
“For real?!” I snorted, knowing that the jerk was trying to keep his face. He replaced his mask while I was busy fighting in the past two hours, and got new gears to replace those old and damaged ones.
He looked just like what he looked before, arrogant, mighty, and aloof. But I was sure he was still shaking inside, not in any suitable form to fight or lead an army anytime soon.
“By the way,” I recalled leading the army, I said, “what’s wrong with you and your armies? Why did every army I gave to you ended up in such a miserable state?”
I pointed towards the few forces remaining here. Out of the big and mighty army that he had and I gathered, only this few remained.
“This… Isn’t it my fault!” he had nothing else to say but this.
“I expected better,” I had to knock some sense back into the thick skull of his, “this is your second time losing a big army. The third will come with consequences.”
“What? I told you, it wasn’t my fault!”
“You won’t lead an army for half a year,” I continued my words, totally ignoring his useless remark, “if such a thing was repeated after that, you will be demoted for a year.”
“That’s… Not fair!”
“Don’t yell like that at me, just try to get better and be a good leader. Sigh! Out of our entire team, you are the only one screwing your armies in such a way!”
“It’s not my damn fault!”
“You are the general leader of the army, don’t give me such a bullshit excuse! I want results, not damn excuses for failures!”
I didn’t like his arrogant attitude. Even when he was facing defeats, he still saw himself in the right. That was wrong!
Failing isn’t the problem. As long as we could learn from it, it didn’t matter. But failing without seeing even what brought all this down… This was a great mistake, much bigger than failing itself.
“Then tell me, genius, what caused my failures? What are my mistakes?”
He crossed his arms and spoke in such a challenging way. Damn! Even till this point he didn’t see where he screwed up!
“You went up ahead, way too far towards the north,” I said without batting an eye.
“I was expanding the lands for you! And you agreed to do so!”
“Expanding a territory? Humph! What a joke! Then tell me, master general, did you control cities and towns during your advance? Did you leave behind stationed forces to defend what you conquered?”
“This…”
“Tell me then,” I knew he didn’t do that! If he did, then he would get alarmed fast when the first armies of the enemy appeared in this part of the world! “Did you expand while broadening your connection with your base here? Did you work on broadening the lands next to here?”
“I…” he hesitated, and I continued:
“Tell me then, did you even f*cking damn checked this area and saw if it was safe and secured or not?”
“Your boy is supposed to control and secure these regions!” He finally found something to say. And he was referring to Wryly here.
“Supposed? Since when was warfare based on assumptions and guesses? Damn! You screwed bad, so damn bad here! You went up there, without even checking your rear. If you did, you’d have found out that the entire damn region had no f*cking army to protect it!”
“Don’t yell at me like that! It’s not my fault that your boy failed to do his task properly! This part is part of the Berserkers’ land, he should do his job and defend it.”
“Yet he didn’t, and yet you moved on such assumption and went far up north, didn’t secure the rear or even check on the places around! You moved like a dagger, when you should have moved like a shield! You neglected the areas you conquered, leaving behind nothing to warn you if an enemy approached, or even work their best to delay them! Come on! All these glaring mistakes aren’t enough?”
“It’s not my fault…”
“Screw you!” I shifted my gaze away, trying my best to not punch him directly in that ugly mask of his. That damn barbaric arrogant bastard! He did all this and wasn’t even convinced by a single point of them.