"The rabble in Vilaya on the western front is small in number and weak in combat strength—not worth fearing. As long as Sea City's garrison can hold out behind the city walls for a while, that will be enough. Even if it falls, it will not affect the larger picture." Harald's voice was calm to the point of coldness. "Twin River City on the eastern front is the key. I placed Leon, whom I trust most, there along with a considerable portion of our troops because I ordered him to hold it to the death—to pin Rochfort's main force beneath Twin River City until the outcome of our decisive battle on the southern front is determined! He must not be allowed to free his hands to join Karl, or threaten our army from the flank and rear."
He paused, his gaze turning toward the southern horizon—the direction from which Karl's main force would arrive, and the place he had chosen in his heart for the decisive battle.
"The southern front, the direction of Golden City—that is where life and death will be decided. I will personally lead the main force against the allied army of Karl and Duke Schmidt. So long as we can swiftly defeat, or even severely maul, the Carnford-Schmidt allied army on the southern front and crush its main force, Rochfort on the eastern front will become an isolated army. Then we can swiftly turn east with our troops and join the Twin River City garrison in an attack from within and without, settling Rochfort once and for all. The siege on the western front will naturally unravel like a blade through bamboo."
It was a clear plan of interior-line operations, bearing the classic Sauron military style: concentrate forces and defeat the enemy one by one. Simple,