Fantasy Starting from the Stone Age - Chapter 68



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Episode 68. God of War 3

The reason why ancient tactics were simple is simple. Simply put, there was no way for a commander to give specific orders to each unit member. So even if it was a large army, the field commander was actually important.

This is no different in the modern era. The orders given by the general? Of course they are important. But the orders given by the division commander, brigade commander, battalion commander, company commander, and platoon commander are also important.

But it’s not possible for a general to give orders to every single platoon leader. He has to devise a grand strategy, have lower-ranking officers carry it out, and then have even lower-ranking officers take care of giving orders.

That’s why this simple device was so important. Soldiers in a huge headquarters, holding simple ‘receivers’.

And the officers who interpret it.

Young Wajin moved his subordinates to the designated location and attacked as if he was performing a real-time battle plan, and that was all he had to do to get the order to do it.

“7th Division, retreat! 8th Division, intercept! 12th Division, standby! 15th Division, it’s a trap, but fight back! We can win!”

Of course, it’s not that easy. There are tens of thousands of soldiers.

Tens of thousands of people send out signals at the same time. Of course, the lower-ranking officers below would do the little things, but even so, young Wajin had to constantly issue hundreds of commands every hour during the war. And he had to make decisions within three seconds.

Speed ​​chess. The fastest chess where the moment you make a mistake, you’re ruined. But once it’s feasible, the difference in troops becomes meaningless.

You have more enemies? Send more soldiers to where your opponent has fewer troops.

Do you think the enemy will attack here? Pull out your soldiers to a place where they won’t attack and gather more.

Just repeating this. The population of Seiwamuyu may have been twice, maybe three times, the population of the Shuzor Alliance at that time, but the young Wajin and the Shuzor Alliance incredibly held a complete numerical advantage in every battle, at every moment, and advanced unilaterally to the south and east.

But what about this great general’s private life?

“Sleep, sleep. The general is defeated!”

“Kuha~”

“Have a drink!”

“You guys. You keep punishing me because I’m young. Alright. Let’s try it!”

The lowest-ranking soldiers and the councilman Wajin are hanging out together. This is not the first or second time this has happened. The young Wajin has no hesitation in hanging out with the soldiers.

And then we have fun, we make love to them, and then we encourage them.

“Next operation. Your performance is more important than anything else.”

“I know.”

“You could die.”

“I know.”

“Actually, I’m definitely going to die.”

“I know.”

The Patchar people laugh. The young Wajin, the supreme commander, simply encourages them.

“Your sacrifice and alliance will never be forgotten.”

“You must not forget!”

“Don’t worry. Isn’t it possible that he might come back alive?”

“If you come back alive, I will give birth to our little Wajin’s child!”

They send out soldiers. Before sending them out, they write their marks on the tombstones. While the Datangs leave medals, the Pachars carve their emblems on the tombstones.

It’s not a name. Such characters were not developed. It’s just like a rolling paper with each person’s favorite pattern engraved on it.

This is where the war broke out and the holy place of the Patchar, their Mainnirun, Hochukoi (National Cemetery) is filled with them. Square pillars, pentagonal pillars, sometimes octagonal pillars, and more, are filled with them, with what they wanted to carve written on them.

“I hope you all succeed in your mission. I believe in you!”

“Yayhoo!”

A general is not just about being strict and capable. Virtue is also essential to governing subordinates.

Young Wajin would sometimes act cute, dance and sing, and sometimes act foolishly to free the soldiers, and would tell them important stories to inform them of the importance of the operation and encourage them.

The culture of the Pachhar tribe develops here. In order to make the happy paradise of Datang even happier, they carve, decorate their bodies, dance, sing, and eat delicious food in order to go out in style just before death or before war.

Young Wajin, on the other hand, was cruel to those who broke the rules.

“You dare steal military rations! Chop them up and feed them to the toads right now!”

“Please! Wow! I’m just a glutton, please!”

“What are you guys doing! Take me away!”

But no selfishness came into play here.

What mattered most was not whether they were close to one another, but whether they kept to the rules. So when the soldiers were young, they cherished their generals like their children, and when they were old, they regarded them as their parents. When it came to enforcing the rules, they revered and followed them as their commander and supreme councilor.

An army where the loyalty and morale of the soldiers could not have been higher. An army where everyone faithfully carried out their orders. An absurd army where more people died from one-shotting and breaking military discipline than from the enemy.

“We are all patchers.”

“Let’s fight for the Shujor Alliance! Let’s win!”

“Beat Seiwamuyu and make this entire southern region ours!”

The boy was already a leader. He didn’t stop there.

To truly unite the South under the name of the Shujor Alliance, help from other races was needed.

The Lumo and Nono tribes were more or less bystanders to the war.

The Lulmo tribe was too strong to be messed with. They were just a group of tribes that didn’t dare attack recklessly and just engaged in commerce, so not many people borrowed their power.

The Nono tribe is a people who deliberately live in areas where Hanjutamal is widespread. And they really do not like fighting.

Young Wajin saw potential in these two tribes.

“You’re young. Who are you?”

“Lulmo tribe. I am the youngest member of the Shujor Alliance.”

“At that age, you’re amazing.”

“I just want to establish communication with your tribe.”

“We don’t participate in war. Don’t get involved.”

“Of course. How could I carelessly involve Chief Lulmo in a war?”

The Lumo people are polygamous.

What this means is that since the male-female ratio is similar, more than 90% of men cannot meet women. They either defeat the chieftain by force, or are handsome, or have great talent, or a lot of money…

Even among Homo sapiens, who are largely monogamous, men who fail to find women are often extremely harmful.

If it is expressed positively, it develops into a competitive spirit to win over men, and if it is expressed negatively, it leads to attacking women and trying to prove that one is superior to them.

In that sense, the sentiment of the lower-ranking males of the Lulmo tribe, who were rather perfect polygamists, was closer to a kind of resignation. A resignation that they knew they could not and would not succeed.

Wajin took notice of them.

“Are you thinking of joining the Shujor Alliance?”

“What? Why us?”

“Just think about it. When we return home with the wealth we have taken from our enemies and the vast possessions we have, who will the women gather to?”

“······A lot of people will die.”

“The competition will only give. The rewards will be greater······. What can we do?”

The Lulmo men decide to show their masculinity by participating in wars. This is similar to the Tocha people who also practice polygamy, although their approach is subtly different.

“Nono people. Our kindest relatives.”

“Huh? Are you going to war with us?”

“Come on, let’s play together!”

“Hmm. Everyone. We are really short on workers. Would you be willing to come and help us?”

“Then what is good?”

“More food, more land, and more women and men.”

“Hmm······. Okay!”

This was a paradigm shift. The Nonos don’t multiply as much as the Borins. And they’re not as smart.

However, they also have a long lifespan and are on average meticulous. Many of the Borin tribes are not used as a shield for war, but rather as a supply and logistics team, leaving the Nono tribe to take care of that.

Now, all the Patchar and 90% of the male Lulmo tribe have become soldiers. He is actively supported by Nono and Borin, who are the primary production class.

Wajin brings prosperity to the Shujor Alliance with his amazing political skills. Other Wajins follow suit, and the productivity of the vast Shujor Alliance increases to half of Datang.

Now, if we just occupy the richest Seiwamuyu, its productivity could possibly approach 80%.

Repeated victories, a growing military, a prosperous nation. No one envies him anymore.

He became a Liwa at the age of 18, quite naturally. It was a place where the Patchar Wajins had called him, saying, ‘Please become a Liwa.’

He seems to decline the offer a few times, but before you can suspect that he is really refusing, he accepts.

“Occupy the capital of Seiwamuyu!”

It was exactly three years before Seiwamuyu’s capital fell into the hands of the Shuzoru Alliance and the new king was beheaded.

And in the battle of Seiwamuyu, which is not properly recorded in history, the castle was easily destroyed by the power of the monsters and the trained soldiers, and they invaded inside, forcing the new king to kneel and the young Liwa stood proudly.

The four-armed Iyakan, resembling a lizard, the King of Seiwamuyu roars loudly.

“You damned Patchars. God’s curse will surely follow you!”

These are not mere words. The curse that brought together the hundreds of thousands of dead Iyakans hit young Liwa directly.

There is power in the will. When the resentment of the whole nation gathers together for a simple curse, it changes a person. It brings him endless misfortune and suffering.

At that moment, for some reason, Lee ended up laughing. This was because he understood what the author, the King of Iyakan, was saying in front of him.

“God’s curse······? Are you thinking about something wrong right now?”

“······?”

“Am I not soon to be your curse······!”

Liwa decapitates the king’s head. He then burns it on the altar where the king used to offer burnt offerings to his god. Then he spreads out both his hands and declares, standing in the place where the king used to be.

“I am no longer Liwa. My people, my family, my friends! I have realized my destiny! I am the god of war! I am Liwaduwan! War in human form! Look! Look at the sky!”

At that moment, the will of hundreds of thousands of Patchars gathered there gathered together as one point.

If hundreds of thousands of deaths and resentment create curses, hundreds of thousands of cheers and praise create miracles.

The forms of heroes are different. Liwaduwan will probably not enjoy eternal glory, just as the heroes of Baekkan, Erin, and Tocha do not live long.

But it was by burning that short life that he was finally able to become a being that transcended humanity, a god beyond genius and leader.

Flash!

A purple cross moon in the sky pours down a wondrous light, seeming to have received both human glory and heavenly approval.

A magical power that even skin that resists magic power cannot control. And their officers and troops who received that power and became heroes. And countless upgrades of ‘higher level monsters’ that became as strong as the first spirit beasts.

The Shujor Alliance now possesses arguably the most powerful military force on earth.

“Let’s go north. Let’s see if the god of Daton can ‘dare’ to stand against Liwaduwan!”

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Year 648 of the Shujor Alliance. The South is unified by God.

Two years later, the invasion begins, and two years after that, the head of the King of Mainiran, Darida, is cut off. Oh, and in the meantime, Paldin Koa also dies.

This is literally the worst time since Hanjutamal.