Even Fifty Thousand Pigs Wouldn't...

West Coast Plains.

One hundred miles from Mondo Knight Territory.

"Lord Raimon."

"News has just arrived from Mondo Knight Territory."

"Fifty thousand troops from the Orange Legion have advanced to construct a forward position."

"They discovered an enemy vanguard infantry force of three thousand men."

"They occupied a hill."

"The hill's location is critical. It forms a salient pointed directly at the forward position our army is about to construct."

"After reconnaissance, we found that this three-thousand-man infantry vanguard had no supporting legion."

"They are an isolated force."

"The vanguard legion commander asks whether we should immediately send troops to destroy them or surround them and use them to lure in enemy reinforcements."

Upon hearing this news, Raimon waved a hand behind him.

A map was spread out before him.

The messenger stepped forward and quickly marked the location of the salient.

After looking at it, Raimon raised his head and asked the sky,

"How often has the enemy Griffin Legion been coming to scout us recently?"

The adjutant beside him replied,

"About once every five minutes."

"Each time, ten squads come to scout in a single wave, with ten Griffon Knights in each squad."

"Our Aerial Legion has poor combat strength."

"They are no match for them."

"And the Magic Legion cannot be exposed for the time being."

"So we cannot stop their aerial reconnaissance."

"Besides, these are only the Griffon Knights operating around our main army."

"On the outskirts of our main army, large numbers of Griffon Knights are constantly attacking our scouts."

"Our external reconnaissance teams have suffered fairly heavy losses."

"At present, the reconnaissance range we can maintain extends only fifty miles ahead of the army."

After hearing his subordinate's report, Raimon said decisively,

"Order the vanguard army to withdraw immediately."

"Do not engage the enemy!"