Hudson personally stepped in, and the rumors within the army were quickly quelled. Although all the great nobles knew that negotiations had begun, that did not stop them from playing dumb.
The reasons for persuading the war faction were simple: one list of the kingdom's logistical supply shipments and one list of the army's daily material consumption were enough to make all the nobles clamoring for an offensive shut up.
Everything matched up. The strict ban on launching attacks was not because their Marshal Hudson had changed, but because logistics had completely held them back.
No amount of urging would help. The kingdom's vast stockpiles of supplies at the front had run out, and current transport capacity could barely keep up with the army's daily consumption.
The Expeditionary Corps' deep incursion behind enemy lines some time ago had not merely been for sabotage. It had also been meant to give the Logistics Department a chance to catch its breath.
After all, the Expeditionary Corps was a major consumer of supplies. Though it appeared to have only thirty thousand men, its actual material consumption was equivalent to that of two hundred thousand infantry.
Marquis James was in for a tragedy. The war faction, with bellies full of pent-up anger, vented all their resentment on him, the unlucky scapegoat.
Not only did the war faction curse him for incompetence, the peace faction joined in as well. For a time, documents impeaching him flew toward the Royal Capital like snowflakes.
There was nothing strange about the two factions taking the same position. Given the relationship between the Alpha Kingdom and the Beastfolk, there could be no genuine peace faction.
The current calls for peace mainly came from those who saw no hope of victory and wanted to end the war quickly after weighing