"The Beastfolk have gone mad!"
This was the shared thought of countless defending soldiers atop the walls. Using floodwaters to assault a city was not inherently wrong, but taking their own people down with them was a tactic none of them had ever seen.
It had to be admitted that this mutually destructive approach was the most likely to catch the enemy off guard. The flood arriving ahead of schedule had caught the defenders completely unprepared.
Although Hudson had issued flood-prevention orders in advance, work took time. Even now, many supply warehouses had yet to complete their relocation.
The boats he had ordered the Logistics Department to build were still being processed in the rear. Only a pitiful few had reached the front lines.
"Pass down the order! Have the entire air force sortie and shoot the Beastfolk soldiers in the water!"
Hudson hurriedly ordered after coming to his senses.
Without enough boats, it would be difficult for the defenders to pursue and kill the enemy. At this moment, only the air force in the sky could beat the drowning dogs.
Kill as many as they could. As a qualified commander, he should never pass up any opportunity to weaken the enemy.
After being battered by the flood, the defenders suffering heavy losses was already inevitable. Fortunately, the Beastfolk were suffering alongside them; otherwise, Hudson would have felt like crying.
Those unaware of the truth would only suspect that the Beastfolk had gone mad, at most linking it to internal Beastfolk strife. But Hudson knew this was the result of his own cleverness backfiring.
Without any experience in water conservancy construction, he had simply assumed he could organize a large workforce to dam the river. Worse, it had been a joint project involving multiple races. It would have been stranger