"Fine!"
Marshal Kant agreed helplessly.
After the earlier defeat, everyone believed he was no match for Hudson, leaving the proud Marshal Kant deeply frustrated.
He could not even argue. It was true that he had seen through every part of the enemy's plan, yet the situation continued to worsen.
His instincts told him that activating the backup plan and drawing the battlefield onto Stone People Race territory was also part of the enemy's scheme.
But he could not say that!
Rejecting the backup plan was easy. Asking him to come up with a better one was simply making things difficult for him.
It had nothing to do with ability. It was entirely dictated by the circumstances both sides found themselves in.
Fighting the enemy on their own turf meant that timing, terrain, and popular support were all on the enemy's side.
Judging from reports coming in from across the continent, the human race was launching counterattacks on every front, and most Underworld Races were in dire straits.
Against that backdrop, without the involvement of a third-party force, defeat and destruction were only a matter of time.
The upper ranks had reached a unified position, but problems arose within the army.
The issuance of the "water restriction order" made the already unsettled camp erupt into commotion.
All kinds of rumors spread through the camp like a plague.
In order to curb their spread, the officers had no choice but to suppress them with iron-fisted measures.
Yet rumors were never something that could be eliminated through suppression.
No one dared speak of them aloud anymore, but deep down, they had become even more convinced of their own conclusions.
The army's already poor morale sank even lower.
Marshal Kant saw these changes unfold below him, and his heart burned with anxiety.
While overseeing