Without any needless pleasantries, Karl pointed directly at the enormous sand table and issued the final defensive deployment:
"The defensive line will be divided into three sectors! I will hold the main city and command the overall battle. The Third Regiment under my direct command will serve as the final general reserve."
"Brendan!" Karl looked at his most trusted deputy. "You will defend the left-wing mountains and the connected fortifications! You will command the Second Regiment, two Militia Regiments best at defense, and the 'Hessen' mercenary regiment from Frankfurt! The left-wing mountains are a natural barrier, but they may also become a breakthrough point. We cannot afford to lose them!"
"By your command, my lord! As long as the left wing stands, I stand!" Brendan pressed a hand to his chest and solemnly accepted the order.
"Roland! The first earthen-wall defense line in the center is yours! You will command the First Regiment, two Militia Regiments, and one mercenary regiment! Your task is to use the earthen walls and prepared fortifications to inflict the greatest possible casualties and delay the Sauron main force, pinning them firmly beneath the trenches and walls! If necessary, I permit you to launch limited counterattacks, but do not rush ahead recklessly!"
"Rest assured, my lord! We'll make those Sauron bastards bleed into a river beneath the earthen walls!" Battle fervor blazed in Roland's eyes as he struck his chest hard.
"Lyon! You are responsible for the right wing in the direction of Amber Bay and the coastal fortifications. You will command two Militia Regiments and your Dragon Rider Regiment, with the full support of the navy's ship cannons! Your pressure is comparatively the lightest, but your task is no small one—hold the right wing, ensure the safety of the Amber Bay supply line, and at