"Only success is permitted in this battle. Failure is not."
"Yes," the five replied in unison.
"Iden, stay behind. The rest of you may go and rest."
Seeing this, the others did not linger and departed one after another.
"Iden."
"Lord Orlando, please speak."
"Have a seat."
Iden did not stand on ceremony and sat down directly.
"Within the First Corps, the Second Legion and Third Legion are the strongest. By the most sensible course of action, those two armies should be assigned to the Landing Operation."
Hearing this, Iden nodded slightly, deeply agreeing with Orlando's words.
If all other factors were set aside, this was the decision a qualified commander ought to make. But under the current circumstances, it could not be done.
"The First Legion, as the lord's personal force, must win the opening battle."
"No matter how great the casualties, the first military banner raised atop the walls of the first city in Baimu Province of the Okra Kingdom will be planted by your men."
"This represents not only the lord's honor, but also the beginning of our future nation."
"So, the burden on your shoulders is heavy."
"You should understand the consequences if you fail."
"Please rest assured, we will win this battle. Even if it costs me my life, I will win this war for Lord Orlando." Iden rose to his feet, struck his chest in salute, and spoke with absolute conviction.
"I will await your triumphant return."
Half a month later, one hundred kilometers west of the coastline of Baimu Province in the Okra Kingdom, Orlando stood on the deck of the First Fleet's flagship, gazing at the outline of land in the distance. He raised his right hand, and a hundred-meter-tall Demiplane passage appeared.
In the next instant, ships were sent out of