As a thick outer city wall gradually neared completion, Ang finally felt a measure of comfort.
This outer wall was the fruit of nearly two months of work by him and the 47th Regiment. Its sturdy stone walls and iron chains formed a secure barrier, giving it the feeling of being as immovable as a mountain.
Beyond the wall, there seemed to be few Lizardmen on the vast plains. Ang knew that their counterattack was only a matter of time.
Although small-scale Lizardmen attacks occurred from time to time, each one was swiftly extinguished. The addition of the cavalry, in particular, had made combat much easier.
Sloc led the cavalrymen galloping across the battlefield, their raised dust making the Lizardmen camp look like rubble cleaved apart by a giant sword, scattering and collapsing in every direction.
The infantry battalion steadily advanced from the rear, clearing out the remaining Lizardmen forces one by one.
This small-scale conflict continued for an entire month, and Ang gradually felt a long-lost sense of ease.
He thought everything would slowly settle down, until the battle report from the Military Department arrived.
Reading the report in his hand, Ang furrowed his brow and sighed inwardly.
With the Empire's breakthrough at Point 1, more than two hundred thousand Lizardmen had been wiped out, and the defensive line steadily advanced. However, this also meant that nearly all the other landing sites had been abandoned, aside from Point 5, where North Wind Port was located.
Nearly all troops had been concentrated at Point 1, and the decision had clearly caught Ang off guard.
The situation before him seemed to leave no room for flexibility. He could not understand the commanders' strategic decision. Why put every bet on Point 1? If that was the case, wouldn't support for North Wind