Guerrilla Tactics Go Live (Part 2)

Chigengster Plains, Ishgar Camp, Main army tent

Since Sodir and the others entered a state of 'seclusion' Sordil the operation, Belserion and the others did not have time to inquire about the results. Unable to ascertain the situation of the enemy camp for a long time, Sage Dragon and the others naturally dared not rashly plan the next phase of the operation. Seeing their high morale gradually waning as time went on, Belserion was extremely anxious and restless.

"Bell, can you sit down and rest for a bit? You're making my eyes blurry!"

"Rest? The enemy situation is unclear right now, how can you expect me to rest!"

"Didn't Sordil say he would find out the enemy's situation? Then why are you in such a hurry?"

"Don't mention that brat to me, just thinking about him makes me furious!"

"What did Sordil do to you this time? Why do you get so angry just from mentioning him?"

"Hmph! That brat didn't even take me with him when he raided the enemy's supplies, and then he suddenly ran back and asked me to mobilize troops to attack the enemy's camp. What's most infuriating is that they've been back for so many days, yet they haven't uttered a single word. What, am I so untrustworthy to them?"

Looking at Belserion standing in front of him, complaining about Sordil like a child throwing a tantrum, Acnologia felt a strange sense of amusement for some reason.

"Bell, seeing you like this reminds me of when we were kids, A Zi and the others went out to play and left you alone at home."

Hearing his friend's teasing, Belserion broke out in a few beads of sweat on the back of his head. Then, he turned his eyes, which were shrouded in darkness, to Acnologia and asked speechlessly, "Aku, do I look that childish?"

Acnologia scrutinized Belserion for a moment, then adopted a pensive posture.

"Hmm... how should I put it? If you continue like this, Bell, I'm afraid the Sage Dragon will soon disappear from everyone's memory, and then everyone will have a new man with the title of Childish Dragon in their minds."

After Acnologia finished speaking, Belserion was shrouded in shadow. Just as the Sage Dragon was about to defend himself, hurried footsteps sounded outside the tent. Belserion and the other exchanged a glance, then quickly returned to their seats.

A moment later, a seven-colored figure slipped into the tent. Looking at the two people sitting in their seats, Sordil exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, you two are both here?"

"Hmph! Nonsense! We two are the overall commanders of the central battlefield, of course we have to stay here!"

Sensing the tension in Belserion's words, Sordil couldn't understand what he had done wrong to offend his father-in-law. However, thinking of his upcoming meeting with Irene and the eager-to-return Igneel and the others, Sordil had no choice but to lower his guard, carefully avoiding the unseen flashpoint, and striving to complete his mission as quickly as possible.

Just as Sordil was pondering a solution, Acnologia provided a timely and crucial assist.

"Hey kid, did you come to see us this time because you have something to tell us?"

Sordil first gave Acnologia a gentlemanly smile to express his gratitude, and then said, "Uncle Acnologia, you are so clever! I have come here to inform you both of the results of the grain raid and the enemy's next move."

Upon hearing this, Belserion, who had been distracted because he couldn't get the 'smart' little red flower, instantly perked up and listened attentively to Sordil's 'explanation'.

"Just now, my sister Yelibell and I confirmed the results of the battle with the enemy. In this operation, we destroyed most of the enemy's food supplies and caused more than a thousand (dragons) casualties. Moreover, after these operations, the enemy's food reserves in the main camp have been exhausted, and the enemy will not be able to obtain a single grain of food from the main camp in the short term."

Wow!

Just as Sordil finished speaking, Belserion was sitting in the main seat, suddenly jumped up from his chair and shouted loudly, startling Sordil and his companion.

"Bell, stop being so dramatic! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

Faced with his old friend's complaints, Sage Dragon smiled awkwardly and then sat back down in his seat.

After dealing with the easily startled and childish Belserion, Acnologia turned to Sordil and explained, "Bell has always been like this, easily startled. I hope I didn't scare you?"

"No!"

"That's good! By the way, you said you would inform us of the results of the grain raid and the enemy's next move. Could it be that they have some major operation planned recently?"

Upon hearing Acnologia's words, Sordil first nodded, then shook his head.

"The enemy has indeed been active recently, but it's hard to say whether it's a large-scale or small-scale operation. Because if you consider the total number of people they've sent, it's a large-scale operation, but if you consider the number of people actually carrying out the mission, it's a small-scale operation."

Sordil's words instantly piqued Acnologia's curiosity, and he exclaimed, "Oh? Now that you mention it, I'm even more eager to know what the enemy is planning!"

Just then, Belserion, who was in the main seat, also spoke up, saying, "You brat, stop keeping us in suspense! Tell us what the enemy's next move will be, so we can help you think of a strategy to deal with it!"

Under the powerful combined force of the two big shots, Sordil dared not delay (actually, our young master Sordil didn't intend to delay, but for the sake of smooth writing, so... you know!), and immediately recounted everything he had heard. After Sordil explained the other side's plan, Belserion companion lay on the ground laughing so hard they were doubled over.

"Haha! These idiots actually plan to sneak into our rear and steal our food. Are they still dreaming?"

"Haha! That's right, why not just go fishing overseas and be done with it? Why come here to get yourself killed?"

"Ha ha"

"Ha ha"

Seeing the two of them so disoriented, Sordil thought to himself, "Pride comes before a fall!" To avoid a repeat of the ending from his past life's anime, Sordil immediately warned, "Uncle Acnologia, you two mustn't underestimate your opponents! The reason we've been able to defeat them one after another isn't because we're stronger, but because we've gained the upper hand. If we become careless and allow them to equalize, we might never have another chance to drive them out of Ishgar!"

Acnologia and Belserion's laughter abruptly stopped after being struck on the head by Sordil. Belserion got up from the ground with a serious expression and said solemnly, "You brat, we've experienced firsthand the difference in strength between the dragon races of the Western Continent, so we won't fall into blind confidence just because of a few victories!"

Seeing the solemn and serious expressions on Belserion and Acnologia's faces, Sordil's doubts gradually dissipated. Just as he was about to step forward to comfort Belserion and encourage him to remain optimistic about Ishgar's future, the Sage Dragon and the Sacred Dragon, whose seriousness lasted only three seconds, lay on the ground laughing again.

"Smack!"

Sordil slapped his forehead, feeling regretful for worrying about these two old rascals. Glancing at the two who were already lost in their own world, Sordil could only write down his prepared strategy on a piece of parchment, enlarge it using Quality Magic, and then hang it in the center of the tent.

After dealing with these matters, Sordil left the Main army tent without looking back. The moment he stepped out, sunlight streamed through the tent flap, illuminating sixteen large characters on the parchment. "When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy camps, we harass; when the enemy tires, we attack; when the enemy retreats, we pursue." Um...below these sixteen characters, there seemed to be a smaller line of text: 'PS: Father Belserion, I'm going back to find Irene. This is your responsibility!'

Dragunov, the courtyard of the royal palace

"Return!"

"I'm not coming back!"

"Return!"

"I'm not coming back!"

"I'm not coming back!"

"Hmm? Why isn't it back? Oh, right! It must be because this flower hasn't fully bloomed yet, so it's missing a petal. Hmm, that must be it! In that case, this time I'll try again with a fully bloomed flower!"

After speaking, Irene dropped the 'flower' she held, now reduced to just a stamen, calyx, and stem, and quickly walked to the flowerbed. She then selected a bright red rose and continued her unfinished divination. Seeing Irene's strange behavior, two maids standing not far behind her whispered amongst themselves:

"Tingting, what's wrong with the Queen lately? She used to carefully tend to the flowers in the flowerbed, but lately she keeps pulling up the flowers and tearing them into pieces?"

"Miaomiao, you're so silly! Didn't you hear Her Majesty the Queen muttering 'come back' and 'not come back'?"

"What difference does it make whether I mention it or not?"

"Oh dear, Her Majesty the Queen's recitation of these two sentences means she is missing His Majesty the King."

"Why does repeating those two sentences mean I miss His Majesty the King?"

"Oh dear, it's precisely because Her Majesty the Queen misses His Majesty the King that she uses flower petals for divination!"

"Oh, I see, just like when you fell for General Feld!"

"You brat, how dare you flirt with me! I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

"Haha... Sister Tingting, I'll never do it again, please forgive me!"

"Dream on!"

"Ha ha!"

Queen Irene, focused on divination, was unaware of the commotion behind her, nor of the faint Silver light that had begun to appear on the ground beneath her feet.