Ironvine Territory (Forty-Three)

As the Allied Army left flank continued its offensive, all three camps in the valley were once again in a state of combat.

As time passed, in the central camp, Lenster looked solemnly at the pocket watch in his hand.

"It's almost time."

Victor walked over to him and glanced at the pocket watch in Lenster's hand.

"We've arrived." Lenster nodded, then put the pocket watch in his pocket, looking towards the cavern with a touch of sadness.

Victor knew that Lenster was grieving for the soldiers in the cave, and he didn't try to comfort him further, since there was really nothing they could do at that moment.

Viscount Ferry also noticed the two, and after giving them his instructions, he left the sand table and went to their side.

"They should have already cleared the waterway by now, and we should see results within an hour."

Victor asked curiously, "Viscount Ferry, I've noticed that we don't have many ships in our camp. If the flood comes, how will we pursue the fleeing War Department?"

Viscount Ferry patted Lenster on the shoulder. "Introduce him to Victor."

Lenster then came to his senses. He led Victor directly to the door and pointed to the camp walls in the distance, saying, "Viscount Victor, do you see those walls?"

"I saw it." Victor, somewhat puzzled.

"Most of our walls are made by using air-dried logs as the frame, and then laying planks on top to form the wall surface."

On the one hand, it's for sturdiness, and on the other hand?

Although Lenster didn't elaborate, Victor already understood.

"Are these walls made of simple wooden rafts?"

Victor looked impressed. If what Lenster said was true, then the walls of the three camps were all built in this way, and they could all be used as rafts. Naturally, there would be no need to prepare too many boats, and it might also make it easier for troops to pursue the enemy by water.

However, if all the fences were built to this standard, the cost would be too high. Victor could only sigh that this was indeed the Southern Region, with its abundance of forests and plenty of timber.

However, Lenster then explained, "That's not entirely true. Only part of the wall was constructed that way, and combined with the ships we've prepared, that's enough for our needs."

Victor nodded.

The group then ended their conversation and turned their gaze to the distant mountains, anticipating the coming forces of nature.

At the central headquarters of the Allied Army, Rusa has just received the latest battle reports from two other units.

"That Dawan guy is very well prepared. He might be the first unit in our army to break through the enemy lines."

Rusa and several of his men were discussing the battle report in their hands. One of the officers was somewhat indignant, "Your Excellency, why don't you let me go? Our troops are much stronger than theirs. I guarantee we can break through the enemy lines quickly."

Rusa glanced at the eager officer and the several officers around him, who all seemed to hope that Viscount Rusa would quickly order them to attack the enemy camp opposite.

After all, so far, Rusa has only sent troops from other noble families in the central army to probe the attack, and there has been virtually no progress.

The officers in his direct command were already quite impatient, after all, Rusa was the commander-in-chief, and even if the other two armies broke through the enemy camp, he would also get a share of the credit.

However, if these officers under his command did not participate in the battle, they would not receive any merit. It was indeed very difficult for them to not be able to share in the credit for a battle they believed they would win.

Rusa surveyed the battlefield, which remained dry and clear. He realized his initial guess might indeed be wrong.

"In that case, Hesta, you take your main force and go. Remember to coordinate the battle plans with the private armies of the noble families at the front. It must be orderly, not chaotic."

"Yes, Your Excellency." The officer Hesta Hersta looked excited, while the other officers looked envious and regretful, all regretting that they hadn't volunteered for the battle earlier.

But when they also asked Viscount Rusa for permission to fight, he refused them. After all Rusa already sent out one-third of his troops and half of his central army, and he had to keep the rest as Reserve Force.

Soon Hesta led his troops away from the main camp and charged towards the central camp.

Rusa watched as they joined up with the troops at the front, and then launched an attack on the enemy camp from the left and right.

Just then, a rumbling sound suddenly came from afar, and even the ground shook.

What happened?

Rusa shouted.