“Then, sir, what should we do next? Tonight is the auction.” Ben Roach asked with a bit of worry. Originally, the trend was towards a peaceful faction, which made him very happy. According to this trend, the Roach family was sure to skyrocket. However, unexpectedly, a Mr. X appeared halfway and directly disrupted their plans.
“I will report it to the higher-ups, don’t worry, we won’t give up on St. Sunday so easily,” Hue Harding said. It was the same as what Rolf Haynes had said. Whether it was the Harding family or South Land, they could not possibly give up on St. Sunday so easily. In South Province, St. Sunday was a militarily important place, attackable and defendable, a place that strategists must fight for. South Land had not dispatched troops before because they were afraid of provoking a backlash from St. Sunday, but the situation was now different. The banner of the St. Sunday war faction had been raised, giving South Land a sense of crisis.
The South Land headquarters. They had a force of 350, 000 troops here.
“Recently, a mysterious figure named Mr. X has emerged in St. Sunday, stirring up a warlike atmosphere. Our personnel have repeatedly failed in their actions, fearing that the plan will be frustrated, and requesting support,” an intelligence officer reported in the tent. Sitting here were more than twenty people, most of the generals of the main camp. At the top was a man in a long robe with a somewhat lazy look in his eyes, Aston Jones.
“General, St. Sunday is particularly important in our plan. As long as we occupy it, South Province will be within our reach. I request that we go to war,” a large-eyed, robust general said. His name was Rawdan Jefferson! The Jefferson family was the second largest family in South Land, with many well-known figures, such as Rawdan Jefferson. This man standing in front of Aston Jones was also a figure.
“No!” At this point, a refined-looking man interjected.
“Benson Laydon, what do you mean?” Rawdan Jefferson glared at the refined-looking man. However, he didn’t lose his temper, because although this man looked refined, he was quite capable. He was a foreign-trained expert, extremely proficient in the field of military power. At the same time, he was also in charge of intelligence and reconnaissance in the South Land army.
“What’s your rush? The most taboo thing in war is panic,” Benson Laydon sighed, then scanned the crowd and slowly said, “This Mr. X, I knew about him before. Before this, he was the number one war god of Kisia.”
“The first war god of Kisia? That’s impossible. The first war god of Kisia is in the East. Just yesterday, Pierre Calder requested reinforcements to encircle him. How could he appear in the West today? No, he appeared in the West a few days ago.”
“Was Pierre Calder fooled?”
“Not necessarily. This Mr. X was the first war god of Kisia before, but is he now? After all, according to the information received, he is wearing a mask and no one recognizes him, or maybe it’s his subordinates, specifically to disturb us.”
Everyone present was a figure of some importance, and they all began to discuss. In the end, they found that they couldn’t understand it. If Mr. X really was the first war god of Kisia, then what was Pierre Calder besieging? But if he wasn’t, when they moved their troops back, and the Ghost Wolf Cavalry suddenly attacked from the East, how could they possibly react in time? But if he really was, then St. Sunday was surely doomed.
So, what should they do now? They found that they could not understand this first war god of Kisia. Just by reputation, they had already put their full effort into it, using 500, 000 troops to deal with the 100, 000 Ghost Wolf Cavalry. In the world, apart from this one, no one deserved to be treated like this by the enemy. But now, they really didn’t know what this first war god of Kisia wanted to do. The key point was whether he was in the West or the East.
South Province spans a great length, and moving troops from the east would take at least three days. Similarly, moving troops from the west would also take a minimum of three days. Once the purpose of the Kisia war god is unclear, they would be led around by the nose, defeated one by one, or the Ghost Wolf Cavalry could directly rush for thousands of miles and break through the main camp. Or worse, they could cross South Province and invade South Land.
Now, South Land is fully mobilized, leaving only tens of thousands of soldiers in South Land, protecting Lord Whiteford. Hence, the main camp’s existence. It is built at the border to prevent the enemy from breaking out of South Border and capturing Lord Whiteford. The moment Lord Whiteford is captured, South Land is defeated. Therefore, the main camp needs to maintain an army of at least 300, 000 to protect the entire border region.
“Right now, we either abandon St. Sunday or send troops to St. Sunday. If we decide to send troops to St. Sunday, we either transfer troops from the west or the main camp. But if they transfer troops from either of these two places, both places will be in danger,” Benson Laydon said with a serious face.
He knew the Kisia war god was tricky. But he hadn’t expected this level of trickiness. In the first battle, they wiped out their vanguard of 150, 000, catching everyone off guard. However, they still had 750, 000 troops. But now, with just 100, 000 Ghost Wolf Cavalry, they were suppressing their South Land army of 700, 000, making them hesitant to act rashly. In this world, only this person could do it.
The generals fell silent.
Neither advancing nor retreating seemed feasible.
“What a difficult problem.”
“I’ll go.”
At this moment, a man walked in from outside the door. He was tall and had a touch of nobility on his face.
“Lord Lyons.”
Seeing this man, everyone saluted.
Of course, except for Aston Jones.
But it also proved this man’s identity, Maclean Lyons, today’s most adored concubine of Lord Whiteford, Jane Lyons’s father, a favorite by Lord Whiteford’s side. But people saluted him, not only because of his status but also because of his ability. His status was high, and his ability was strong.
On this battlefield, he was responsible for the position of military supervisor, but because he knew how strong Aston Jones’s ability was, he had never spoken, like an invisible person, without any sense of existence, but now he had stepped forward.
“Give me an army of 50, 000, send me to St. Sunday. As the father-in-law of Lord Whiteford, my status is prominent. Let me go to St. Sunday, and those wavering families in St. Sunday will believe that we South Land are sincere.”
“As for Mr. X, I believe that with General Jones’s 50, 000 troops, he can definitely protect me safely.”
Maclean Lyons spoke slowly.
In this main camp, only he could play this role.
South Land has killed too many since entering South Province. Most of the families in St. Sunday are wavering because they are afraid that South Land will not keep its word. But if he goes, he can prove the sincerity of South Land.
At the same time, an army of 50, 000, with force and kindness, St. Sunday will surely surrender!
As for Mr. X, even if he really is the first war god of Kisia, he cannot resist an elite army of 50, 000 alone.