A Crude Plan

Victor, oh Victor, you are so hypocritical! Why bother with such things now?

When you were coaching Michael and Paru, didn't you repeatedly proclaim that a general should love his soldiers like his own children and use them like mud?

Moreover, even if you don't incite those landlords to cause trouble, those people won't live well. Rather than letting them sink into depravity, it's better to let these people completely break free from this land.

As for those who died in the process, these were necessary sacrifices! A voice resounded deep within him, sharp and piercing.

In the end, Victor simply shook his head slightly, seemingly trying to shake off this feeling of self-reproach.

He took a deep breath, picked up his pen again, and continued writing, "If any citizens of a principality choose to flee their homes and seek refuge elsewhere, the Interim Management Committee should provide them with timely and appropriate assistance..."

Victor tore off the page he had just written on and then deftly folded it up.

Immediately afterwards, he loudly summoned a messenger, stuffed the letter he was clutching into a letterbox, and solemnly handed it to the messenger.

"Return to Blackwater City immediately and personally deliver this letter to Mr. Gaita at the Governor's Mansion's Mansion! Do not make a mistake!" Victor commanded in an unquestionable tone.

"Yes, sir!" The messenger saluted, took the mailbox, and hurried away, his figure quickly disappearing into the distance.

Victor composed himself and continued riding to catch up with the main group.

After adjusting their marching route, they were 18 kilometers from their rest stop in Moke Town and about 80 kilometers from the main battlefield in Sextus County.

A Sextus County, chilling atmosphere permeated the city and its surroundings, as if the entire city were shrouded in an invisible gloom.

Both inside and outside the city, the military camps exuded a tense and oppressive atmosphere.

On this battlefield, many actions are difficult to completely conceal.

Especially for a military force as large as the Northern Alliance Army, it was impossible to easily conceal the signs that they were about to launch a large-scale offensive.

Various military supplies were continuously transported to the front lines, and tens of thousands of soldiers were busy shuttling between camps.

Such an obvious military movement naturally did not escape the notice of the Duchy Army's scouts.

Faced with this overwhelming amount of intelligence, even the most foolish person could immediately realize that the Northern Alliance Army were clearly well-prepared, and a major battle was about to break out!

Viscount Borey, please be sure to convey the latest information to His Highness the Grand Duke!

Those despicable traitors are so audacious as to dare to mobilize troops on such a large scale!

Just yesterday, the enemy camp directly opposite our camp added two more military flags, enough for two whole regiments!

My legion has only just completed its troop replenishment and has not yet fully integrated into a combat-ready force!

If the enemy were to launch an attack rashly at this moment, I'm afraid I really wouldn't be able to hold the line! Legion Commander Labia was extremely anxious, pacing back and forth in front of Viscount Borey, his face full of worry.

In contrast, the Kimberly Corps Commander on the side had a completely different demeanor.

A mocking smile played on his lips; he was clearly gloating over Labia's current predicament.

After all, in this operation, Labia was insatiable, swallowing up an astonishing number of noble private armies.

It was precisely because of this that his legion not only quickly made up for the losses in the previous battles, but also successfully expanded its military strength to 30,000.

However, facing the overwhelming Northern Alliance Army, Labia couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. His legion was like a fat, bloated man with nothing but a show of strength, trembling before the iron fist of the Northern Alliance Army...

Viscount Borey stood with his back to the crowd, gazing silently at the enormous and complex map before him, his lips slightly parted, as if completely absorbed in his own thoughts.

He seemed completely unresponsive to the voice coming from behind him, remaining motionless like a statue.

At this moment, the once noisy and bustling conference room became unusually quiet, with only six or seven figures in the room.

These people were Legion Deputy Commander of the remaining three Duchy's Direct Legion. They silently watched Viscount Borey's back, their eyes revealing a variety of emotions.

Despite the widespread disgust with Labia's actions, a sense of unease and worry arose in everyone's hearts in the face of the tense situation: What were Viscount Borey's plans? Had he already devised a countermeasure? Or had His Majesty the Grand Duke behind him already been plotting something?

It should be noted that on the eve of this internal consolidation, Viscount Borey had confidently declared that His Majesty the Grand Duke had been fully prepared for it.

However, as time passed, Viscount Borey remained silent, staring intently at the map, making it impossible to discern his true thoughts.

Just as the Legion Commander Rabia was losing patience and was about to step forward to break the eerie silence, Viscount Borey suddenly turned around slowly.

"Labia, and Kimberly, you will go to my camp later and take a group of people with you. Their arrival will be of great help to you. They will be able to assist you in successfully completing the integration of the troops!"

While we cannot guarantee the army's combat effectiveness, there is no doubt that their presence will ensure absolutely no obstacles to command!

Upon hearing this, Labia and Kimberly exchanged a glance, their faces showing disbelief. Not only that, the several Legion Deputy Commander standing behind them also wore expressions of astonishment, clearly bewildered as to who could possibly have accomplished such a feat.

However, Viscount Borey did not offer any further explanation or clarification in response to the questions raised by the crowd.

He gently turned his body to the side, moving aside the part that had been obscuring the map, and then stretched out his finger and forcefully drew a large circle around the vast grassland north of Sextus County.

Then, Viscount Borey slowly spoke, "After careful consideration, I have decided not to defend the city any longer. After all, His Majesty the Grand Duke does not wish to continue this stalemate with those rebels in the Northlands, wasting time and energy in vain."

Moreover, even Blackwater City in Wright County has now fallen to the enemy, and our already dwindling forces in the Central Region have long been mobilized.

Currently, the few remaining troops we have in the Central Region are extremely weak and can be considered easily defeated.

To think that they could rely on this rabble to fight against the Southern Marching Legion of the Northern Alliance Army and retake the vital Blackwater City from them was nothing but a pipe dream!

What's worse, we probably won't be able to get any effective support for some time to come. In that case, why not seize this opportunity and take a gamble?

This is the final decision that His Majesty the Grand Duke and I have made after careful consideration: instead of cowering inside the city and passively taking hits, we will take the initiative and launch a direct attack out of the city into open battle!

"This..." Upon hearing Viscount Borey's words, Kimberley, who was about to stand up to express his objection, was stopped by Viscount Borey.

Viscount Borey said in an unquestionable tone, "Legion Commander Rabia, you need to lead your legion out of the camp immediately tomorrow morning, and then form ranks not far from us as the left flank of our army!"

As for myself, I will personally lead the Imperial Guard Legion out of the city, and after we have left the city and completed the deployment, I will serve as the right wing.

As for you, Kimberley, your legion will serve as the rearguard of the entire army, always ready to obey orders.

At that time, His Majesty the Grand Duke will personally go to the front lines and command the central army. I believe that as long as everyone works together and forges ahead bravely, we will surely win this crucial battle!

Labia and Kimberley exchanged a glance, both looking utterly astonished, clearly speechless with shock at Viscount Borey's audacious plan.

This plan is just too much...

A deathly silence fell over the room. The two men stared at each other, wondering what Viscount Borey's intentions were.

The more they thought about it, the more they felt that the so-called plan was too simplistic and crude. It merely divided the army into the left wing, the right wing, and the rear guard. This was far from the sophisticated strategic deployment they had hoped for, and could even be described as childish and absurd!

Despite their deep confusion, Labia and Kimberley did not give up their questioning.

They took a deep breath to compose themselves, and then spoke again to Viscount Borey, trying to get more detailed information and specific arrangements for the operation from him.

Surprisingly, despite the repeated questioning from the two men, Viscount Borey only repeated one seemingly meaningless sentence, "You only need to go and see the people you are taking away, and then you will naturally understand what to do!"