Finalizing the Battle Plan

Inside Victor's tent, all the Regimental Commander who had been summoned arrived, including Baron Brown, Viscount Markut, and Lodan from the Logistics Department.

Everyone gathered together to discuss the recent situation, especially James, who, as the only Regimental Commander with combat missions during this period, was immediately surrounded by people.

Ron grabbed James's shoulder and then lowered his weight. James suddenly felt like his neck was about to break and quickly used both hands to lift Ron's arms. "Boss Ron, are you going to kill me? You're so strong."

"You little brat, you're such a loser. I entrusted you with the warhorses and Heavy Cavalry detachment of our regiment, and you haven't achieved anything these past few days. Have you been taking them on picnics every day?"

Upon hearing this, James knew that Ron was deliberately sabotaging them. "How can you say there were no results? I've managed to smash quite a few enemy Cavalry here and there these past few days. Didn't you see that they didn't even dare to send out their scouts?"

"You little rascal, you're still not being honest. Victor asked you to strike the enemy's supply lines, but you didn't do a good job at all."

"Boss Ron, this isn't my fault. Go and take a look at the enemy's formation. There's a Duchy Legion, Great Oak Territory has nearly a legion, and Coalition of Nobles from three counties. In total, there are almost 100,000 people."

Their supply lines ran along the river, with a fully equipped outpost every few kilometers. What could my Cavalry, without siege equipment, possibly do?

The two began to argue about the matter, Marvin and Santos also whispered among themselves. Lodan sat silently in his seat, while Baron Brown and Viscount Markut watched the spectacle from the sidelines. To be honest, they had been feeling rather bored lately. The enemy clearly had an absolute advantage in strength, so why didn't they dare to take the initiative to fight?

Just then, Michael walked into the tent and announced loudly, "Viscount Victor has arrived."

The camp, which had been in complete chaos, instantly fell silent. Everyone found their place and sat upright, waiting for Viscount Victor's arrival.

Victor quickly lifted the curtain and walked in. He looked around and found that all the high-ranking officers had arrived. Just as he was about to announce the start of the meeting, he suddenly frowned.

"Where's Orlando? I remember he was invited to attend too!"

Upon hearing this, Michael immediately prepared to go out and search. Just then, Orlando suddenly rushed in. Because he rushed in so fast, the curtain ended up over Orlando's head. Michael quickly helped to untie it.

Victor was taken aback when he saw Orlando like this, since Orlando was usually quiet and reserved, with no surprises or joys.

The moment Orlando pulled away from the curtain, he said to Victor, "Your Excellency, we just received a message from the fleet!"

Perhaps due to the strenuous exercise, Orlando was out of breath and spoke rapidly, but Victor heard him clearly, as did all the other officers. Everyone immediately focused their attention on Orlando, waiting for his next words.

"Commander Sodoma reports: At 2 PM on April 21, 1635, our fleet took advantage of the stormy weather to lure the enemy fleet into the Reef Zone and inflicted a great defeat on the enemy."

At 4 p. m., most of the enemy fleet's main force was defeated and surrendered. Later, the remaining enemy fleet was annihilated by the Great Oak Territory Coastal Defense Fleet.

At this point, there are no more enemy sails in the waters outside Rotten Tree Beach. To prevent the news from leaking out, our fleet will temporarily retreat to the open sea. After we have rested and regrouped, we will return to the Northlands batches. Please rest assured, Viscount.

I also wish the Viscount and all his colleagues victory in the land battle.

Respectfully presented by Sodoma, Commander of the Southern Fleet of the Northern Frontier Allied Army.

Orlando finished reading the last sentence with an excited tone. After a moment of silence, Victor clenched his right fist and punched it inward. "Good!"

The other officers also applauded, exclaiming, "That's great!"

"The fleet has won a great victory; we can't fall behind."

"Yes, with this news of victory, our entire army should be ready to fight and create new glories."

Finally, Victor tapped the table a few times to quiet everyone down.

"The fleet has won a victory, which means we have no worries about the rear. Even if we suffer a setback, we can safely retreat to the sea and look for another opportunity to land. We are now in an invincible position."

After Victor finished speaking, everyone began to applaud.

"However, I will not retreat. The enemy is indeed larger than us, but that does not mean they are stronger than us."

Besides, the navy is just a junior member of our army. As the older brother, do you want your junior to look down on you?

After Victor finished speaking, James was the first to shout, "No way!"

Soon others joined in, shouting, "No!" "No!"...

Everyone was a high-ranking officer in their territory. James, Brown, and Markut were independent nobles who valued honor highly and naturally did not want the navy to be the only one in the front.

Victor looked at his excited subordinates and nodded in satisfaction. "Then let's begin preparations. I need to assign tasks now. You don't have much time. I'm launching an attack on the enemy first thing tomorrow morning."

First, look at this map...

Victor had Orlando hang the previous map on the wall, Victor pointed to the map and began to explain his battle plan to everyone.

Victor spoke at a moderate pace, and his plan was simple: attack the gaps in the enemy's formation. As for how to create those gaps, Victor explained it directly.

"The Great Oak Territory army will launch a simultaneous attack with other allies. They will prioritize attacking the troops of other nobles, but will leave the flank of the Duchy's First Legion open for us to attack directly."

Therefore, we only have one enemy: the Duchy's First Legion. They are the Duchy's most elite standing army. Do you have confidence?

Everyone stared intently at Victor, Victor saw no fear or hesitation in their eyes, only an unwavering belief in victory.

Ron slammed his hand on the table in front of him. "Victor, my troops are itching for battle. We're going after the elite."

"Yes, we're targeting the elite."

"Regimental Commander Ron is right. How could the First Legion possibly be our match?"

Even the usually taciturn Lodan shouted excitedly, "Lord Victor, our Logistics Department will also join the battle! Our soldiers are excellent and will not let you down!"

However, Victor could not actually send the Auxiliary Troops from the Logistics Department to fight on the front lines. He clasped his hands together and made a pressing motion, reminding everyone to remain calm.

"Lodan, don't get agitated, you still have your mission."

Now that everyone is so confident, I'm relieved. The tasks have been assigned. Tomorrow will be soldier against soldier, general against general. Let's have a long-awaited, exhilarating battle with the enemy.

Soon, Victor announced the end of the meeting, and everyone left his tent in twos and threes. Victor called out to Baron Brown and Viscount Markut, who were about to leave.

"Viscount Victor, is there anything else you need?"

Markut asked curiously, and Baron Brown looked at Victor with the same question in mind.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to confirm with you two again whether you need any assistance from me?"

Markut and Brown exchanged a smile. "Victor, are you worried we'll mess things up?"

"No, the armies of Black Pine Territory and Stream Territory are also formidable forces in the Northlands. It's just that your Cavalry don't have any warhorses yet. Tomorrow, you'll be facing a full-strength 5,000-man regiment of the enemy with only 3,000 infantrymen."

We are still at a disadvantage in terms of troop strength. I can provide some troops, and I also have a Reserve Force, all of them elite soldiers.

After saying that, Victor stopped talking. Both of them knew that Victor meant well. Victor's Reserve Force, which was essentially his Personal Guard, was definitely elite, but both of them shook their heads and refused Victor.

"We are all Northern Frontier nobles, and the Northern Frontier nobles military merit above all else. This time you have entrusted us with such an important task, which is a great opportunity for us to make contributions. How can we let others share it with us?"

Besides, the task you gave us is simply to hold the enemy back. If we can't even do that, we'll never be able to hold our heads high in the Northlands again!

In the end, Victor couldn't persuade the two, so he said, "If needed, please send a signal in time, and I will send out the Reserve Force immediately!"