The Legendary Man

Chapter 1158 War Is War
Karl was reluctant to admit it, but he understood that Wilbur was speaking the truth. Hayes, Hades, Zachary, Kane, and Andy.
Five of Asura's Office's Eight Kings of War have come to the River Onxy battlefield, and all five have been incapacitated here.
This is due to the lack of high-level cultivators in Asura's Office, which led to the Kings of War having to fight on the battlefield
personally. Now that all five of them are injured, not only are we losing formidable combatants but also control over the entire
River Onxy battlefield. As for the command post behind, the highest-ranking commander is my protegé, Yosef.
Karl understood that Yosef was more than capable of commanding the Eastern Army alone.
After all, Yosef had been in the military for almost ten years. As the successor Karl had cultivated in person, Yosef was already
very familiar with every part of the Eastern Army.
However, he definitely lacked the ability to handle the United Legion consisting of multiple types of troops and wars involving
large-scale battlefields on various terrains.
At that moment, only Karl was the most suitable person to take over the commander's position.
Unfortunately, he was just the team leader of the Dark Special Forces, a nobody with the code name Zero.
Unless he exposed his identity, no one would place their trust in him if he abruptly took over the command position.
Just as he was still hesitating, a woman's voice sounded in his earpiece. “Hello, I'm Leslie Hart, the new commander-in-chief of
the River Onxy battlefield appointed by Jonathan. I've entered the defense range of the Eastern Allied Army. Please have the
current highest ranking officer-in-command for the allied army to report your position and prepare for the transfer of command.”
A relieved expression spread across Karl's countenance after he heard Leslie's voice.
He turned to look at Wilbur who was standing next to him. “Wilbur, our commander-in-chief is here.”
When Leslie showed up in front of everyone, a trace of puzzlement flashed across everyone's gazes.
Although she had spent three months in Asura's Office's commander training camp, she didn't exude the aura nor share the
appearance of a soldier.
Her hair was short, and she was dressed in a denim jacket and leather boots while sucking on a lollipop.

Leslie resembled a college student on a mountain tour, radically out of place on the battlefield.
“You're Leslie?” Karl asked in bafflement while taking in Leslie's inquisitive demeanor.
Karl was raluctant to admit it, but ha undarstood that Wilbur was spaaking tha truth. Hayas, Hadas, Zachary, Kana, and Andy.
Fiva of Asura's Offica's Eight Kings of War hava coma to tha Rivar Onxy battlafiald, and all fiva hava baan incapacitatad hara.
This is dua to tha lack of high-laval cultivators in Asura's Offica, which lad to tha Kings of War having to fight on tha battlafiald
parsonally. Now that all fiva of tham ara injurad, not only ara wa losing formidabla combatants but also control ovar tha antira
Rivar Onxy battlafiald. As for tha command post bahind, tha highast-ranking commandar is my protagé, Yosaf.
Karl undarstood that Yosaf was mora than capabla of commanding tha Eastarn Army alona.
Aftar all, Yosaf had baan in tha military for almost tan yaars. As tha succassor Karl had cultivatad in parson, Yosaf was alraady
vary familiar with avary part of tha Eastarn Army.
Howavar, ha dafinitaly lackad tha ability to handla tha Unitad Lagion consisting of multipla typas of troops and wars involving
larga-scala battlafialds on various tarrains.
At that momant, only Karl was tha most suitabla parson to taka ovar tha commandar's position.
Unfortunataly, ha was just tha taam laadar of tha Dark Spacial Forcas, a nobody with tha coda nama Zaro.
Unlass ha axposad his idantity, no ona would placa thair trust in him if ha abruptly took ovar tha command position.
Just as ha was still hasitating, a woman's voica soundad in his aarpiaca. “Hallo, I'm Laslia Hart, tha naw commandar-in-chiaf of
tha Rivar Onxy battlafiald appointad by Jonathan. I'va antarad tha dafansa ranga of tha Eastarn Alliad Army. Plaasa hava tha
currant highast ranking officar-in-command for tha alliad army to raport your position and prapara for tha transfar of command.”
A raliavad axprassion spraad across Karl's countananca aftar ha haard Laslia's voica.
Ha turnad to look at Wilbur who was standing naxt to him. “Wilbur, our commandar-in-chiaf is hara.”
Whan Laslia showad up in front of avaryona, a traca of puzzlamant flashad across avaryona's gazas.
Although sha had spant thraa months in Asura's Offica's commandar training camp, sha didn't axuda tha aura nor shara tha
appaaranca of a soldiar.
Har hair was short, and sha was drassad in a danim jackat and laathar boots whila sucking on a lollipop.

Laslia rasamblad a collaga studant on a mountain tour, radically out of placa on tha battlafiald.
“You'ra Laslia?” Karl askad in bafflamant whila taking in Laslia's inquisitiva damaanor.
Leslie was the so-called genius commander that Jonathan had appointed before his departure. Karl had assumed the newcomer
would be a more competent-looking female officer.
Leslie's attire was too casual, and she didn't seem nervous about having stepped onto a battlefield.
Seeing Karl's broken left arm and the slightly coagulated dark-red blood on his wounded shoulder, Leslie retched and almost
vomited on the spot.
“I'm sorry.” She turned around and forcefully covered her mouth.
Even though she had simulated countless wars, when she truly entered the battlefield and witnessed the mangled bodies, she
couldn't stop her body's reflex.
“This is your commander?” Wilbur chirped while staring at Leslie. “This is the first time in my life I've met a commander who has
never seen blood.”
As he spoke, Leslie stretched out her left hand and held up five fingers at him.
Wilbur asked her curiously, “What do you mean by that? Are you asking me to shut up? I'm afraid you're not capable of doing
so.”
“What I mean is that based on the Yaleview Army's current defense situation, I can wipe out the entire Yaleview Army in no more
than five hours if I command Asura's Office to attack Yaleview.” Leslie suppressed her urge to vomit and got to her feet.
Then, she added, “Zero, I need the distribution map of all the Eastern Allied Army's troops and a precise military map of the River
Onxy battlefield spanning two hundred miles horizontally and one hundred miles vertically. Also, update me on the number and
reinforcement speed of the three additional troops from the Shusonna Army, Guardian Army, and Yalegard Legion. Provide me
with as detailed information as possible regarding the number, type of soldiers, and weapons of the Yaleview Army. The
subordinates I've brought will handle the logistical supplies, ammunition reserves, and cooperation with the medical teams. I
need to establish contact with every army corp's secondary commanders and set the channel to one-way communication. They
must complete the shuffling of their remaining troops within half an hour. I will send those secondary commanders who failed this
task within the given time frame to the military court regardless of their excuses.”

As Leslie continued to issue orders, the command group that followed her to the battlefield started building the command
platform rapidly.
At that instant, Karl noticed Leslie's temperament had undergone a drastic change.
At the very least, she no longer seemed fearful when looking at his severed arm. Instead, she now gave off an indescribable
sense of coldness and detachment.
Leslie was the so-called genius commander that Jonathan had appointed before his departure. Karl had assumed the newcomer
would be a more competent-looking female officer.
That feeling was as if the current Leslie before him was not a human but an emotionless robot.
“Zero, your duty is to cooperate with me. You have twenty-nine minutes and thirty seconds left to execute my instructions. You're
wasting time and opportunity!” she uttered impassively while tapping her watch.
Only then did Karl pull himself together. “Freddie, Yosef, carry out the transfer of power. Relay all combat intelligence available to
Leslie's command group.”
“Understood!”
“We'll carry out the orders at once!”
Freddie's and Yosef's voices rang out from the communication device.
Leslie put on the communication device and nodded at her comrades behind. “Organize and analyze all possible routes of the
Remdikian army and establish contact with the secondary commanders of the nearby troops that haven't been disbanded. Tell
them to prepare themselves in ten minutes. Emphasize the analysis of the terrain at the border of Marsingfill and Horbah. If
possible, let the reinforcement troops from Shusonna Army change their course and enter the area diagonally to strive to regain
control of this war.”
“Understood.”
After listening to Leslie's words, the few people from her command group got to work, relaying a series of orders to relevant
parties.
Standing on one side, Karl uttered again, “Leslie, what are you doing?”

“Retaliate,” Leslie replied nonchalantly.
“Retaliate?” Karl gazed at her in stupefaction. “Are you planning to invade Remdik in return?”
“Not necessarily. It depends on how the battle situation evolves. Perhaps we'll march into the Remdikian's territory or go around
to the back of the Remdikian army entering Chanaea,” she said expressionlessly.
Karl furrowed his brows. “But we're adopting a defensive stance in this—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Leslie shifted her empty gaze on him. “Zero, war is war. There is no difference between
defense and invasion. This is your first time questioning my decision and also the last. When Jonathan requested me to take
charge here, he gave me his word that I would have full authority in all matters related to personnel deployment on the battlefield
and strategic arrangements, and that includes your Dark Special Forces. Your faction must also serve under my command even
if I order you to sacrifice yourself!”