"I plan to proceed according to the original plan, but appropriately increase the daytime rest periods and strengthen the night watch, so the soldiers can prepare themselves mentally for nighttime combat!"
After fighting the greenskins for so many years, it wasn't as if they had never fought night battles against them.
In fact, nighttime combat had been very frequent. After all, the greenskins weren't stupid either; they knew they had an advantage in terms of visibility at night.
In terms of conditions, they were certainly unfavorable to them—that went without saying. However, they also had ample experience fighting under such adverse conditions.
Clearly, Marshal Adolf was dead set on eliminating the problem once and for all.
As for this matter, even Fisher, who had always winced at his own casualties, now wore a resolute expression as he voiced his support.
This time, he wasn't trying to cling to the Holy Roland Empire's coattails. It was because Fisher also understood that as long as the greenskins remained, they would never know a day of peace.
Now that they had seized their chance, they had to eliminate the problem once and for all!
Li Ce, in particular, had already been of this opinion from the start, allowing the allied forces to reach a consensus very quickly.
"Then continue advancing according to the original plan, and be extra careful when we encounter woodland capable of concealing troops along the way!"
Another day passed. Ever since the greenskin main force had vanished right under their noses, the airborne forces, which had come under pressure, had become even busier.
They had already needed to search for the scattered Centaur cavalry, and the previous night, they had specially arranged shifts to conduct searches at night, hoping to discover traces of the greenskin main force.
Unfortunately, the