Soothing Pre-Battle Nerves

This time, Russoff's decisiveness exceeded Dean and the others' expectations. By the time they received the latest figures on the enemy's troop formations, the enemy army was already less than two days' march away.

Dean summoned the commanders of the First and Third Regiments, as well as the directly subordinate artillery battalion and other units, for a meeting.

"You have all seen the intelligence. The enemy's decisiveness has surpassed our imagination. It is not just the thirty-five thousand men of the Third and Eighth Legions; now there are also three thousand men from the enemy's most elite Second Legion.

"According to the intelligence, the First and Second Legions are Russoff's elite forces. Although their total number does not exceed five thousand, every officer and soldier among them is the cream of the crop. Even the weakest are Gold Rank warriors."

"Tell me what you think. Do we need to adjust our tactics?"

Dean did not possess the arrogant, self-opinionated temperament of old-school military commanders. Instead, he sought advice from the regiment- and battalion-level commanders.

The commanders of the First Artillery Regiment and Third Artillery Regiment exchanged a glance, then rose to their feet.

"General, we believe there is no need to make any changes. The weapons and tactics we are using against the enemy this time have never appeared before. Even if they are elite legions, we have more than enough confidence to defeat them."

Dean nodded after hearing this, then looked toward the other battalion- and company-level commanders.

"What are your opinions? You cannot let your regiment commanders do all the talking."

With a swish, every officer stood and said to Dean,

"We guarantee the annihilation of the invading enemy."

A smile appeared on Dean's face as he addressed them.

"Very good. However many enemies come, we will wipe