The Decisive Battle, Part One

Renard distributed the food and weapons. How to divide them up was for the natives to figure out.

With the supplies handed out, all that remained was to stand ready and await the decisive battle.

During that time, he ordered his men to tighten their defensive line, shortening it from fifty kilometers to ten.

They had initially stretched the line out to stop the demon army from bypassing them and entering Gannan Province, but there was no longer any need for that.

Their actions had thoroughly enraged the enemy. The demons wouldn't rest until they had wiped them all out.

So tightening the defensive line was the best choice. It would greatly strengthen their forces while eliminating the demons' advantage in numbers.

Although he took great care to conceal the redeployment, the demons still noticed something was amiss.

Just when Renard thought a battle was about to break out, the demons did nothing.

They seemed to pay no attention to his actions, letting him come and go as he pleased.

Apart from astonishment, Renard felt only deep concern.

He was now even more certain that the decisive battle was imminent.

The defensive line was shortened in just two days. If possible, he would have liked to reduce it to less than five kilometers, but that wasn't realistic.

There were over a million human soldiers and natives alike. A five-kilometer line simply couldn't accommodate them all, especially with heavy weapons like cannons to position.

Besides, there wasn't enough time.

The demons had long been sharpening their blades, ready to strike.

Watching the demon army take up a position that encircled them, Renard immediately understood why they had let him consolidate his forces: they intended to annihilate them all!

He wasn't bothered. In fact, a cold smile curled his lips, amused by