At the moment when the Hastings Nobles fell into despair.
Meanwhile.
In the great hall of the Holy Son Commander of the Light Kingdom.
"Report."
"The five-thousand-man vanguard of the Hastings Nobles has been completely annihilated. Sir Chell, their commander, has been slain."
"Report!"
"The cavalry on both wings of the Hastings Nobles has been completely wiped out."
"Two hundred thousand cavalry have already surrounded the captured fortress."
"Report!"
"All the captured fortresses and watchtowers have been breached. The Hastings Nobles' retreat has been cut off."
"Report!"
"The Hastings Nobles inside the captured fortress have attempted to break out ten times. All attempts were defeated!"
"Good, good!"
"Excellent."
The Holy Son Commander's face was alight with excitement.
He looked toward the nobles standing in the great hall.
"The Fifty Thousand Army of Hastings has become a trapped beast."
"Immediately mobilize siege infantry from the surrounding areas and assemble the siege forces."
"At all costs, annihilate the defenders inside the fortress as quickly as possible."
Hearing this order, one of the nobles stepped forward and cupped his fists.
"Your Excellency."
"Why not use them to lure the Hastings reinforcements here?"
"We still have a hundred thousand cavalry stationed toward the rear."
"We can take this opportunity to surround the enemy and strike the reinforcements."
The nobles of the Light Kingdom had fought Fang Yuan far too little.
If they knew anything about his previous battle record, they absolutely would not have said such a thing.
Trying to surround the enemy and strike the reinforcements against Fang Yuan.
"Heh heh!"
"You'll only trap yourself."
"When the time comes, you might not be able to swallow the meat at your lips, and even the entire defensive line could be lost."
The Holy Son Commander firmly rejected the proposal.
"No!"
"The defensive line is