South Land headquarters.
At this moment, the atmosphere throughout the South Land headquarters was somewhat gloomy and heavy. All the generals looked at the intelligence in their hands with eyes wide open, seemingly incredulous.
Bang!
Rawdan Jefferson slapped the small table in front of him, leaving cracks, before cursing angrily: “What the hell is Jackie eating? He’s still a general? Does he deserve it? Thirty thousand troops wiped out by that Red Flames bunch. In his letter he emphasized how weak the Red Flames were. Then how did his thirty thousand get wiped out by them? Does he have a brain?”
“General Myers, let me go. I guarantee I’ll slaughter that Red Flames army, leave none alive.”
Rawdan Jefferson volunteered.
But everyone just took it as a joke, nothing new that Rawdan Jefferson was brainless. He was just a fighting general, no need to think, just listen to the strategists.
“Rawdan Jefferson, step back.”
Benson Laydon waved his hand.
“Oh.”
Rawdan Jefferson reluctantly stepped back to his spot. Other than General Myers, he only listened to Benson Laydon, because General Myers had told him to listen to Benson Laydon, so he had to.
“Jackie’s letter clearly laid out everything, the reasons for his defeat, which aligns with my scouts’ observations. Although Jackie didn’t fight well this time, his attitude is still right, not afraid of punishment. Besides, everyone read the letter, few could have done better in that situation.”
Benson Laydon said slowly.
Indeed.
They could have wiped out the Red Flames too.
But the key wasn’t wiping out Red Flames. If they really concentrated to wipe out Red Flames, they’d fall into Kisia’s plot and let Reese Daniels’ army escape.
Although unclear what means they had, daring to come out showed they were confident.
Yet somehow the Red Flames also had combat power at times.
Baffling.
“Indeed, if I were Jackie, I would also choose his methods. Based on the intel, the priority now isn’t Red Flames, but Reese Daniels’ army, whose location remains unknown.”
A strategist said.
“Also, don’t forget Jeff Reczek, top warrior of Kisia Primus, unmatched in combat, even stronger than our top general Rawdan Jefferson. Him going out should be to command the Ghost Wolf Iron Cavalry. And various generals, don’t forget there’s still one army in South Province we haven’t located.” Another strategist with a goatee added.
Indeed.
The situation was unclear.
South Province’s waters ran deep now, with complex forces.
The generals and soldiers were all pondering how to maneuver in this situation.
The goatee strategist added: “But we still have a fail-proof plan. That is General Edge’s Destruction Cavalry. Our army can reach Mountland in a day and take the city in half a day. Then General Edge’s Destruction Cavalry can penetrate into Kisia’s core and head straight for the capital. Then no matter what trump card Reese Daniels’ army has, it’s useless. Kisia Primus can’t just let Kisia’s interior be slaughtered.”
This plan was extremely vicious.
Once used, it would be cursed for generations.
But they still chose it.
Because they had no other options now. The waters were getting murkier, the situation more chaotic, unclear and gradually spiraling out of control. This was not a good sign.
So they had to be ruthless.
Be cursed for generations then be cursed.
As long as they won it was fine.
Now both sides were starting to use any means for victory.
“Ron,”
Suddenly Walton Myers in the main seat called out.
“Here,”
The goatee strategist immediately bent over in response.
“You are my third man in the South Land headquarters, fighting alongside me in past campaigns. Now I give you fifty thousand troops to hold the rear, can you manage it?”
Walton Myers’ jet black eyes looked at Ron.
“This subordinate is willing to pledge a military order that if unable to hold the rear, I will commit suicide on the battlefield to repay General Myers and South Land.”
Bang!
Ron knelt down on one knee, face full of fanaticism and solemnity.
The rear would likely be where Kisia Primus’ plots happened, very difficult to defend, but he was willing to do his utmost, fight to the death, to make one final contribution to South Land.
Walton Myers just looked at Ron.
Looked for a long time before uttering a word: “Good.”
“General Myers, wouldn’t fifty thousand troops be insufficient? Behind our rear are forty thousand Ghost Wolf Iron Cavalry, forty thousand Red Flames, fifty thousand Southern veterans, and one army we haven’t located, probably over two hundred thousand total. And perhaps led by Jeff Reczek. Even with fifty thousand plus Jackie’s forty thousand, it’s far from enough against them.”
A strategist said slowly.
If they were all Red Flames rabble, there was nothing to fear.
But if led by Jeff Reczek’s Ghost Wolf Iron Cavalry, then one Ghost Wolf could beat two or three of their South Land troops. The world’s number one cavalry was no joke, extremely fierce.
These forces might not be enough.
“Enough. After all, our priority isn’t the rear. We can take Mountland in half a day, then charge in and penetrate Kisia’s interior. That is our focal point.”
Benson Laydon glanced at the strategist and said.
No matter what went on behind, they didn’t care. Both sides had plots, it depended whose plot succeeded faster. As long as they took Mountland in half a day, then let his assembled Destruction Cavalry penetrate Kisia –
Kisia Primus would be halfway to losing then.
No tricks would work at that point.
The strategist stepped back, clearly understanding Benson Laydon’s thoughts, and why General Myers kept looking at Ron – fearing Ron might not return after leaving, as he would face the enemy’s sharpest edge.
But he still worried – could they really ignore the rear completely?
Would Kisia Primus really just eat, drink and be merry?
He was very concerned.
“Please be assured everyone, I, Ron, will definitely defend our rear well,”
Ron suddenly said solemnly then.
He made a promise.
He would definitely defend it.
“Good. Ron, we believe you. Back when we fought for South Land, I already believed you, because you kept every promise you made. This time will be no different.”
“It’s just little Kisia Primus. With Ron’s ability, he can certainly slaughter him and achieve immortal merit.”
“If Ron can decapitate Kisia Primus, remember to bring me his skull. I want to make it into a wine cup. It would be a waste not to for such a character.”
…
The various generals encouraged Ron in succession.
But everyone knew how difficult this battle would be for Ron.