Four Factions (Part 2)

"Division Commander Dabo, what's the situation? Have the other two sides agreed to our plan?"

After Dabo and the communications officer finished their exchange, Galipar, who was standing to the side, immediately came over and asked if their plan had succeeded. Seeing this, Elkley could easily guess that the two of them had already arranged a plan to deal with the First Division, but they just hadn't told him.

"Division Commander Dabo, shouldn't you two explain the current situation to me?"

Seeing Elkley's grim face, Dabo knew he had to tell him everything now, otherwise the trust they had just built would vanish instantly. Not to mention the chance of joining forces to defeat a formidable enemy like the First Division and winning the exercise. Dabo dismissed everyone else from the tent and whispered to Elkley, "Brigade Commander Elkley, please don't be angry. Let me explain slowly!"

"Brigade Commander Galipar and I did not intend to deceive you. The reason we haven't told you about this plan is because we haven't found a suitable time yet."

"Can't find a suitable time?"

"That's right! Actually, this plan was a verbal agreement we division Division Commander made when you participated in the cross-country training, anticipating the current situation. After the cross-country training was completed, even we forgot about it until the leader announced the rules for the live-fire exercise, and then I remembered it."

"But after the three of us decided to cooperate, I was busy reporting to the General Staff, collecting supplies, and changing camps. I really didn't have time to tell you these things!"

After hearing Dabo's explanation, Elkley nodded, agreeing with his assessment. However, when he saw Galipar standing to the side, his anger surged again. He pointed at Galipar and said, "If that's the case, why would Brigade Commander Galipar know about this plan?"

"That's how it is! After I remembered this, I planned to secretly contact the other two companies. Later, when I was selecting a reliable communications soldier, I happened to meet Brigade Commander Galipar and talked to him about it, which is how he found out. At that time, I wanted to invite you to discuss it with me, but Brigade Commander Galipar said that you are too upright and straightforward, and if you knew about this, you would definitely not agree. So, we kept it from you and secretly carried out this plan."

After Dabo's combined efforts of calming down and flattery, Elkley's anger gradually subsided. His resentment towards the two for carrying out their plan behind his back also gradually disappeared.

"Brigade Commander Galipar, although I have a somewhat straightforward temper, I can still distinguish between what is important and what is urgent. In the future, if there are similar situations, please inform me in advance to avoid misunderstandings like we have now."

Although Galipar had taken the blame for Dabo and felt so wronged he wanted to cry, he still smiled and said to Elkley, "Please rest assured, Brigade Commander Elkley, this will never happen again."

After the crisis of trust was resolved, Dabo explained his plan in detail to Elkley and Galipar.

"Gentlemen, here is my plan: we will first join forces with the Third and Fourth Division to eliminate those guys in the First Division. Then we will join forces with the Fourth Division to deal with the Third Division, and finally we will eliminate the Fourth Division."

After understanding Dabo's plan, Elkley frowned and asked, "Division Commander Dabo, I have no doubt about joining forces with the other two divisions to deal with this part of the First Division. But how do we get the Fourth Division to join forces with us to deal with the Third Division?"

Upon hearing this question, Dabo's lips curled into a slight smile. He beckoned to Elkley and the other man, signaling them to come closer. Once they were near, he whispered a few words in their ears.

Celtics camp, command center

"So'oren, do you really believe in that old fox Dabo's plan?"

Seeing his old partner's worried expression, So'oren laughed heartily.

"Haha! Sanko, I'm asking you, am I a normal person?"

"Well... he used to be a fairly normal person, but now... it's hard to say!"

Hearing his old friend's teasing, So'oren didn't hold back and kicked him directly. At the same time, he laughed and cursed, "Get lost! I've always been perfectly normal, okay?"

"So what?"

"Therefore, I simply do not believe that old fox Dabo would fight me fairly. However, it is imperative for the three of us to join forces to deal with that guy Kurelle. That is why I agreed to this old fox's request."

"I see! Then I don't have to worry about you being fooled by that guy Dabo, and then I'll end up suffering the consequences along with you."

After his outburst, Sanko turned and walked out of the tent without looking back. Faced with his teammate's bizarre decision, So'oren shouted, "What the hell! You idiot, instead of staying here to discuss the operation plan with me, where are you going?"

"I'm entrusting all my two hundred-odd pounds to you. If there's anything you need me to handle, just tell me. What's the point of discussing it?"

Watching his teammates disappear into the tent in silence, So'oren felt a surge of warmth mixed with weariness. So'oren sighed, shook his head, and returned to his desk. He would begin to work towards his own future, and that of his incompetent teammate.

Black Army Camp, Command Post

Unlike the other division Division Commander, who could seek advice and discuss action plans with others, Harry Portia, Division Commander of the Fourth Division, had not received the support of any Brigade Commander due to an operational error that morning. Therefore, he was currently alone, staring at three documents on his desk, racking his brains.

Harry dared not disobey either the First Division's attempts to win him over or the alliance with the Second and Third Division. Because no matter which powerful figure he offended, his Fourth Division would be the first to be eliminated in a matter of minutes—this was the helplessness of being the weak. After carefully reviewing the three documents again, and recalling the three men's usual behavior, Harry finally gripped one document tightly in his hand and made his choice.

Philiers

Just as Sordil was holding a martial arts tournament in West City, the peace Peace Negotiation Delegation, which had been delayed for ten days, finally set off from Philiers and slowly headed toward the Kingdom of Donagunov.

After the delegation's caravan passed through the west gate of Philiers, Diphiya leaned out of the carriage and asked a knight on the side of the caravan, "Captain of the Guard, how long will it take us to reach the Western Border Army's encampment?"

Seeing Diphiya's somewhat anxious expression, the captain of the guard assumed that Diphiya missed Sordil, so he comforted her, "Miss Diphiya, don't worry. At our normal pace, we will be able to reach West City in about seven days and see your brother."

"Seven days? Okay, I understand! But you'll have to endure some hardship on the journey!"

"Miss Diphiya, what are you saying! Escorting you is our duty and obligation, there's no hardship involved! Oh! It's windy outside, Miss Diphiya, you should get back into the car!"

Upon hearing the captain of the guard's words, Diphiya nodded and then pulled her head back into the carriage.