CEO In A Fantasy World Chapter 100: Chapter 100: Seeds Of Hatred

"I have seen some of the battles you elites have taken a part in, and I can't help but feel disappointed… your strength is remarkable, however, you don't utilize it efficiently" Caesar spoke in a loud voice.

The elites and the clan heads frowned, although they respected Caesar's strength, who wouldn't be frustrated by someone telling them that they're not fighting correctly.

"Don't misunderstand, I'm not referring to your fighting per se, but more so your coordination, to be more precise, your leaders" Caesar calmly explained.

Everyone tilted their heads and looked at Caesar curiously as if they were trying to tell him to continue his words with their expression.

"In battle, or most specifically in war, leaders.h.i.+p and coordination are very important, whether it be formations, squads, commanders, or even scouts, they can single-handedly win you the war. Because of this, I have decided to give you a taste of what an organized army is capable of" Caesar's voice was louder and sharper than before.

"How are you going to show us?" a random fox-kin elite abruptly asked.

Caesar smiled, he wasn't quite done with tarnis.h.i.+ng the clan heads reputation yet, he still needed a few more pushes.

"I want all of you to split in two halves, the clan heads will lead half of you while I lead the other half, you are free to choose which side you want" Caesar ordered loudly.

The fox-kin elites stood still for a few seconds before splitting into two groups, nearly half of them went towards the clan heads while the other half went to Caesar…

Almost all of the fox-kin elites that had led the charge in the last bout went to Caesar's side while the others went to the clan heads, they were presumably the ones that still held a lot of adoration for them.

Caesar waited a few more minutes and let both of the sides become relatively equal before nodding his head in satisfaction, "the 13 of you can determine how you want to lead the others, we will start once both sides are ready" Caesar said towards the 13 clan heads.

He didn't wait for their reply and turned towards the troops that grouped up with him, most of them carried nervous expression while the others carried determined ones.

Caesar scanned all of those in front of him before his eyes stopped on a solitary figure with an anxious expression, this was, of course, Ronny…

'Isn't he scared of me? Why did he join my side?' Caesar thought inwardly but soon threw aside those useless thoughts.

If Ronny could hear Caesar's thoughts, he would naturally reply, "yeah I'm scared of you! It's because I'm scared of you, that I would rather fight with you rather than against you!"

Caesar strode to the middle of the troops so that the other group wouldn't be able to hear his words, "everyone, a.s.semble" Caesar ordered.

The soldiers immediately started to huddle around Caesar and wait for his next orders, they were very curious as to how this strategist was planning on beating the 13 clan heads.

"All 13 of those clan heads will attempt to lead the 1500 or so troops, where I will be the only one directing you" Caesar calmly explained.

"Aren't 13 leaders better than 1? How are we going to win?" Falthor asked, he was the closest to Caesar and perhaps, the one who wanted to win the most.

"Although I am directing you, I will certainly not be the only commander… it would be simply arrogant, or maybe even ignorant of me to a.s.sume I could perfectly lead 1500 troops myself. Because of this, I want a squad leader for every 5 soldiers, this squad leader's main objective will be to keep everyone safe and direct simple commands. For every 10 squad leaders, there will be a captain, for every 10 captains, there will be a general, and I will personally command the three generals" Caesar directed while observed the men in front of him.

"I leave it to all of you to find your squad leaders and captains, I will select the three generals" Caesar spoke up after a moment of silence.

Caesar raised his slender hand and pointed at Falthor, the man with long and wavy black hair… then he pointed a slightly short man with slicked back brown hair, last, but not least, he pointed his finger at a very slim man who was juggling two wooden daggers.

"You three will be the generals, you can select the captains you want, and the captains will select the squad commanders… understood?" Caesar ordered, to which all of the fox-kin elites nodded in understanding.

The slim man who was fiddling with his two wooden daggers abruptly stopped, and smiled slyly "why ya picking me chief? I'm a strong believer of having no responsibilities" he said sarcastically.

Caesar took another glance at the man, he had long black hair and feminine features, but his charming outer appearance couldn't fool Caesar's eyes.

"I choose you simply because of what you truly are, your facade that you keep is fairly obvious to me… you want to be let loose, right? The chains called honor, and respect are holding you down, are they not?" Caesar asked while staring straight into the man's eyes.

The man's eyes twitched and he put both of his wooden daggers in his pants, he licked his lips and took a step forward.

"Hehe, are you sure? The last time I was ruthless to my enemies, I was put in prison for a few months" he said with a giggle.

Caesar's eyes turned sharp the corner of his lips curled, "there is no such thing as being cruel to your enemies, things such as honor, kindness, and rules don't exist in war" Caesar said with a cruel smile and turned around to face the rest of the soldiers.

"Remember this, for every enemy you show mercy, your family at home, your wife and children, have a higher chance of being ma.s.sacred by the very enemy you preserved... bringing things such as honor to battle is idiotic, war is a place where you throw away unnecessary things such as pride and honor, war is a place where only the ruthless win" Caesar said coldly to which all of the troops present took a deep breath and became serious…

"Enough chatter, form your groups, NOW!" Caesar ordered loudly and the soldiers almost instantaneously began to scramble.

On the other side of the training grounds, the 13 clan heads were in a circle only speaking to themselves, not paying their soldiers any heed.

"What are your suggestions?" Faust asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"I don't think its possible for them to beat us, the 13 of us are on this side, after all" the green haired man spoke with disdain while glaring in Caesar's direction.

"Shouldn't we each control a section, so it's easier to control the ma.s.s amount of men?" Leo abruptly suggested but the other clan heads just shook their heads.

"We don't need to give complicated orders, just one order is necessary, 'charge!'" all of the clan heads almost spoke in sync but Leo couldn't help but furrow his brows.

"Is that truly all we need? I had spoken to a few of my troops that went with Charlie on that expedition, apparently, he asked them to refer to him as a Marshall. After doing some research, I found out that the Marshall is the highest figure in the military… perhaps we should treat this a little bit more seriously" Leo suggested with a concerned tone.

"Pft, you think he has been in more battles than us?" asked Faust curiously, he had just thought Caesar was a strategist and some sort of strong race that was trained from birth.

Leo just sighed loudly and went with what the others said, once they finished their 'meeting' they all split up and went behind their part of the troops… Their plan was just the word 'charge'.

If Caesar was here to listen to their conversation, he would certainly laugh out loud, sure, he probably hasn't been in the same amount of battles, but which earthling didn't study their history, how many wars, battles, and other strategic advancements did the history of earth teach in comparison to this world?

Not to mention, Caesar was used to leading, organizing, and ruling over people, he did it for easily 40 years of his past life… a CEO wasn't only a businessman, but also a leader.

Soon, three large groups formed in front of Caesar, in these three large groups, many different commanders, and other smaller groups formed… a perfect formation for relaying orders as efficiently as possible.

Caesar pointed to Falthor's group… "you are the front line, the s.h.i.+elds so to speak" he spoke without a hint of hesitation, Falthor's group was full of the bigger/muscular men.

He then pointed to the slim man, "you, what is your name?" he asked.

"Soka" the man replied curtly

"Soka, your group will be the swords so to speak, behind the s.h.i.+elds, you strike when the best moment arrises, you will also protect our ranged troops" Caesar explained and s.h.i.+fted his attention to the short fox-kin.

"The names Rakan" the short man spoke before Caesar could ask, his voice was very high pitched and sounded similar to a child's voice.

"Rakan, you will lead our ranged troops and help overlook the battle, you are the eyes so to speak, report any weird movements and provide support to those in need," Caesar explained.

Once all of the groups knew their roles to play in battle, Caesar walked to the front of the troops and squinted his eyes dangerously.

"All of the hatred you have for the clan heads, for the upper echelons, this is the time to let it out, all of the unfair atrocities they have committed or all of the food they have wasted on themselves instead of sparing some for your starving families… LET IT OUT!" Caesar roared and after hearing his words, all of the fox-kin men gripped their wooden weapons tightly.

The seeds of vengeance and hatred have been sown, even the fox-kin men don't realize it yet, but those clan heads who they respected and didn't even dare to fight an hour ago, they were comfortable with glaring at them under Caesar's wing, the adoration they once held for them, was suddenly gone.

At the frontlines, Caesar raised his index finger and repeatedly made a curling motion, as if beckoning the enemy clan heads, as well as the entire enemy group… A perfect provocation.

The clan heads frowned and ground their teeth, "this man has no honor!" the green haired man said angrily.

'Haha, I'm going to rip you to the ground from your high horses, clan heads, and I'm going to enjoy watching those that once adored you, stomp all over you… it's nothing personal, but, this is the first step to creating my army, and taking yours' Caesar quietly thought himself.