Emergency Deployment
Before long, the once empty conference room was packed with people, bustling with noise and chatter.
Those who were asked to attend the meeting gradually arrived at the venue, and almost everyone was present.
However, at this moment, everyone's face was filled with confusion and bewilderment.
Many people gathered in twos and threes, whispering and asking each other why Lord Victor had suddenly summoned them for a meeting so late at night.
James looked at Ron and Baron Brown beside him and said confidently, "I reckon we're going to attack Silver Maple City. The Northern Alliance Command wouldn't let us go to the main battlefield before, so they definitely want me to go straight into the heart of the Grand Duchy and attack the Grand Duchy's headquarters!"
However, Ron immediately retorted, "James, aren't you being a bit too hasty in your statement?"
Given the hasty actions and the tight timeframe, how could they possibly be heading straight for Silver Maple City?
I think it's very likely that some unexpected change or adjustment occurred at the command post, which caused us to change our original plan and head to the main battlefield to engage in combat!
After all, the situation in war can change in an instant, and any slight change could trigger a chain reaction...
Baron Brown nodded slightly, indicating his agreement with Ron's point of view, and echoed, "Yes, I think so too."
James, you sometimes overthink things! Taking Silver Maple City is easier said than done.
The journey involves traversing several dangerous passes and fortresses. Although Silver Maple City is poorly defended and sparsely populated, the Garrison Army at the surrounding passes are still relatively intact.
To conquer those passes, we need to prepare in advance.
Judging from Lord Victor's consistently cautious approach, it's highly unlikely that he would so rashly launch an attack on Silver Maple City at this moment!
It wasn't just them; others were also discussing it, and everyone had different guesses.
Seeing that most of the people had arrived, Victor gently tapped the table. Everyone knew from Victor's gesture that he wanted them to quiet down.
Some people quickly sat up straight, placed their hands neatly on their knees, and stared at Victor, afraid of missing a single word he said; others quickly put down their pens and notebooks, placed them neatly on the table, crossed their arms in front of their chests, and looked at Victor with serious expressions; still others immediately shut their mouths and touched their chins, as if thinking about what might happen next.
Soon, the entire venue fell silent, with only Victor's tapping and occasional coughs audible.
Victor knew that time was of the essence and there was no room for delay or hesitation. Therefore, he did not hesitate to go straight to the point and tell everyone frankly, "Gentlemen, the situation is extremely critical. We must take immediate action to reinforce the main battlefield!"
Therefore, I decided to immediately dispatch a group of elite forces from various units to join the battle.
Time waits for no one; we have to set off for the front lines tomorrow morning!
Victor's words caused a huge uproar, like a stone thrown into a still pond.
After all, the command headquarters had previously explicitly prohibited the Southern Marching Legion from getting involved in the main battlefield affairs, but now it has so abruptly and completely overturned the previous decision, which is really puzzling!
However, despite their doubts and confusion, no one present dared to openly disobey Victor's military orders.
After all, this commander had already successfully established absolute authority in the Southern Marching Legion through his outstanding talent and extraordinary courage.
Knight Yellen stood up without hesitation and asked, "Viscount Victor, if I may be so bold as to inquire, how many people do you require?"
And what are the requirements for these personnel?
Yellen's question resonated with everyone present, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples across the water.
After all, who wouldn't want to know clearly what kind of battle they're about to face and what conditions are required?
So everyone unanimously focused their attention on Victor, holding their breath and waiting for his response.
Viscount Victor nodded slightly, indicating that he understood everyone's feelings, and then said, "This operation is of paramount importance and the situation is urgent, so I have very high requirements for the quality of those involved."
Specifically, I hope to recruit a group of veterans who are not only skilled in horsemanship and combat techniques, but also battle-hardened and free from injuries and illnesses to join the ranks.
Only in this way can we ensure that we can quickly reach our destination and join the battle.
Time is life, every second counts, and not a moment can be wasted!
After receiving the answer, Knight Yellen immediately sat down.
Viscount Markut stood up with a grave expression and asked somewhat nervously, "Viscount Victor, could you please tell me what caused such a serious situation on the main battlefield?"
Could it be... could it be that the main force of the Northern Alliance Army, led by Lord Count Colt, has suffered a defeat?
This question, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirred up ripples and instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.
Although everyone secretly thought it seemed unlikely, the battlefield is ever-changing, and who could say for sure?
Moreover, judging from the current battle situation, the main battlefield does indeed have a clear advantage!
However, at this moment, Victor, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up, "Everyone, there is no need to worry. There is no major problem on the main battlefield."
The reason I'm calling this meeting in such a hurry is that I plan to lead you all into the upcoming decisive battle!
Victor didn't intend to reveal too much, after all, this operation was essentially him disobeying orders.
A nobleman from the Eastern Region exclaimed excitedly, "This is wonderful!"
I knew all along that the command headquarters would never forget us!
Now I finally have the chance to fight alongside Lord Victor and participate in this great battle!
"In that case, we'll surely achieve even greater feats!" he said, rubbing his hands together as if victory was already in sight.
Soon someone echoed, "Yes! In my opinion, the order issued by command earlier was utter nonsense!"
Why are they preventing our legion from participating in the final battle?
You must understand, our legion is one of the most elite forces in the entire Allied Army!
"As long as we can put this powerful force into the battle, we will definitely be able to greatly increase our chances of winning the decisive battle!"
"That's absolutely right, our Southern Marching Legion is the strongest! Lord Victor is the most outstanding commander of the Allied Army."
The somewhat somber atmosphere in the venue was quickly broken, replaced by a lively and enthusiastic scene.
Everyone's face was filled with excitement and anticipation, as if they were about to welcome a grand and exciting feast.
People whispered amongst themselves, their voices growing louder and louder, and the entire hall seemed to be immersed in a frenzy.
Just then, a clear and loud voice suddenly rang out—it was Victor standing on the podium, slamming his strong hand heavily on the table to signal everyone to be quiet.
Victor's actions quickly restored silence to the room.
Victor secretly calculated that more than half the time had passed, so he decided to speed things up and end the meeting as soon as possible.
He cleared his throat, stood up, and said to everyone in a loud and steady voice, "Gentlemen, there is no need to worry too much about the horses. This time, we have successfully transferred a large number of excellent warhorses from the Northern Region."
These warhorses, after careful care and training, are in excellent condition and full of energy, ready to be quickly deployed in battle. There are a total of two thousand warhorses in this batch!
After saying this, Victor paused for a moment, then turned his gaze to Gaita, who had been sitting silently in the corner, and gave him an encouraging look, saying, "However, our preparations don't stop there. Now, Mr. Gaita, please give us a detailed introduction!"
In fact, Gaita has attracted a lot of attention from the very beginning.
It should be noted that all those attending this meeting were officers of various ranks from the Southern Marching Legion, as well as nobles who held military power.
Everyone couldn't help but wonder: why was this unknown guy, who had suddenly appeared to be in charge of the Interim Management Committee, here participating in such an important meeting?
When Victor spoke, everyone present suddenly realized that Gaita also had a mission!
Gaita stood up, first bowing to Victor, then nodding to the others. "Gentlemen, when we just captured Blackwater City, the lord had already given our management committee a task, requiring us to collect a batch of mules and horses for use in the upcoming battles!"
We have now collected over 8,000 mules and horses of various sizes from the Great Merchant Guilds within the city, and they are already stationed at the Temporary Camp outside the city, ready for immediate use.
Victor nodded. With this batch of mules and horses, plus the newly arrived 2,000 warhorses, combined with the legion's nearly 10,000 warhorses and packhorses, it would be enough to meet the rapid mobility needs of 10,000 elite troops.