"Marshal, these are all the enemy's open schemes, intended to force us out of the city for a decisive battle!"
Inside the command headquarters, Count Ebert spoke with a grave expression.
Since ancient times, open schemes had been the most terrifying!
Ignoring them was impossible. Once the flow became large enough, the flood's power would be sufficient to swallow entire cities.
Leaving the city to sabotage the enemy's construction would only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. For all they knew, the enemy had already laid traps and was waiting for them to take the bait.
Seeing everyone's grim faces, Hudson smiled slightly. "There is no need to be so tense. The enemy has only just begun construction.
"Given the flow of the Snowmoon River, gathering enough water to destroy a city cannot be accomplished in a day or two.
"Just wait and see. The enemy will soon discover that the river channel's storage capacity is insufficient. Next, they will either have to dig the channel deeper or raise the riverbanks.
"Playing with water is a technical job. Beastfolk who lack experience will not master it anytime soon!"
The Aslant Continent lacked similar examples, but in the history of his previous life, there had been countless cases of water attacks. Successful ones, however, were few and far between.
The main reason was a lack of experience, or blindly copying the tactics of the ancients, ultimately ending in tragedy.
The Beastfolk had indeed improved now. They were even introducing new tactics, and their choice of battlefield was not wrong. It was merely their level of civilization that held them back.
If they had truly been clever enough, they should have expanded the river channel and built dams during last winter's dry season.
Starting construction only now meant either that the