The little interlude ended, and the boating trip stopped ten miles from the enemy camp.
There was only a fine line between being highly skilled and bold and courting death. Hudson had no desire to seek excitement within the range of the enemy's Magic Crystal Cannons.
The ship was filled with the kingdom's top military officers. If they took a few shells and lost several people, Hudson would not be able to bear the responsibility either.
Looking at the densely packed tents along the shore, Hudson felt that if he did not set a fire, he would be letting the beastfolk down after they had been so cooperative.
Yet judging from the reactions of the generals, no one seemed to have noticed the problem. It appeared that camping like this was standard practice.
In practical terms, this arrangement did indeed have quite a few advantages. Snow Moon Lake did not have tides, so stationing troops directly beside the lake made drawing water extremely convenient.
If they were ever surrounded, they could even make a last stand with their backs to the water.
The only problem was that the tents were packed a little too densely, but that could not be helped. The beastfolk army was so numerous that crowding was unavoidable!
The rigid hierarchy of the Orc Empire was on full display here. The stronger the race, the better the camping ground it occupied.
But in Hudson's eyes, such prime ground was the perfect place for a fire attack.
Tent stood next to tent, with barely any space between them. Once the fire started, there would not even be room to run.
Being near the lake might seem to make it easy to fetch water and fight fires, but there were naval forces in this world. If someone caused trouble