Gawain and Amber carefully reviewed every detail of the battlefield records sent back from the southern front, and unanimously reached the same conclusion: the Naga were indeed a profoundly bizarre race...
But aside from that bizarre conclusion, this valuable information had naturally brought Gawain many important gains.
"...The 'coordinated tactics' chosen by Byron and General Vanessa may have been simple and brutal, but they now seem to be the most suitable," Gawain said to Amber beside him as the Holographic Projection paused on its final overhead view of the battlefield. "The Naga fight very differently from us. There is practically no possibility of soldiers from both sides fighting shoulder to shoulder on the same battlefield—one side levels the ground with firepower while the other enters at staggered intervals. The results are pretty good."
"The Naga are seriously good at fighting, honestly... way better than I imagined," Amber could not help marveling. "I never noticed when dealing with Tir. I just thought she was a comedian..."
"Being a comedian and being good at fighting aren't mutually exclusive. Besides, you can't even beat Tir, so don't go comparing yourself to them," Gawain said with a wave of his hand. "It seems we can rest easy about the Southern Front Battlefield now. General Vanessa may have brought limited numbers, but as long as her troops enter the field, they can secure victory in an entire area. That is exactly what the Southern Front Battlefield urgently needs..."
"If only that expeditionary force could just keep fighting all the way into the Wasteland," Amber mused, her thoughts already wandering. "If they could charge straight through from south to north in one go, things would be much easier..."
"You can dream about something like that, but that's all," Gawain said, glancing at her. "General Vanessa brought