Fire Attack, Part Two

Watching the graceful figure disappear into the night, Renard suddenly felt a little regret.

She had come all this way to help him out of kindness, yet he had responded so coldly. It really wasn't right.

Still, regret or not, he couldn't bring himself to apologize. Maybe that was what people called male chauvinism.

He turned to look toward Amboya Mountain again and stood there in a daze for a moment before heading down the mountain.

Back in his tent, he collapsed onto his sleeping bag and fell into a deep sleep, drained from the physical exertion and weighed down by immense mental strain.

The next morning, Renard appeared before everyone again, looking refreshed and full of energy.

They needed to be in peak condition for the coming battle, so the officers didn't make the soldiers train or work. Instead, they told everyone to relax, rest, and eat.

Tracy brought two plates over to Renard and handed him one, then squatted beside him and dug in.

Breakfast was simple: milk and hardtack.

Renard had no appetite, but he forced himself to eat anyway to keep up his strength.

After he finished, Tracy finally asked, "Governor, are we really just going to sit here and wait for the demons to attack?"

Renard took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth. "What else would you suggest?"

Seeing that the two of them seemed to be discussing something important, the people around them gathered closer to listen.

Tracy glanced around. With everyone's eyes on him, he couldn't help saying, "I have a way to inflict heavy losses on the demons. It's just a little underhanded."

Master Lei's eyes lit up at that. "If it can deal with the demons, who cares whether it's underhanded? Tell us your idea, and we can discuss it