Victor also received Santos's reply. After listening to the messenger's report, Victor smiled slightly. "Santos is indeed steady. He truly is the most suitable person for this task."
"The Barbarian forces on the other side clearly have problems with chaotic command.
Those chieftains of the small and medium-sized tribes probably do not want to put in any effort. As long as Santos relies on the deterrence of infantry defeating Barbarian Cavalry, they definitely will not dare advance.
Then we only need to wait for our Mortars to show their power. Those Barbarians certainly will not be able to withstand the force of the shell explosions, and we can win this battle at minimal cost!" Victor muttered to himself.
Suddenly, he turned and asked the person standing beside him, "Commander of Ten Thousand Shikele, do you think there is anything wrong with my judgment?"
This man was Shikele, the surrendered Barbarian Commander of Ten Thousand whom Victor had previously brought to his side. At present, however, he stood beside Victor as an attendant. Although two of Victor's guards accompanied him, they seemed more like they were watching him, preventing him from harming the Marquis.
However, the former Commander of Ten Thousand was not in a good state at the moment. His eyes were slightly red, and he had clearly just been crying.
Victor was not surprised. After they arrived at this battlefield, Shikele discovered that the Iron Bone Tribe had already departed. Upon receiving that news, Shikele suddenly began to weep in grief.
Although Victor had not heard Shikele explain his actions, he understood why Shikele was acting this way.
Shikele had likely hoped to use the Northlands army's extermination of the Barbarian army as an opportunity to rescue his relatives from the Iron Bone Tribe.
But now that the Iron