The Great 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 distributed, all that remained was to stay armed and ready, awaiting the great decisive battle.

During this time, he ordered his forces to pull back their lines, shortening the original fifty-kilometer front to ten kilometers.

He had initially spread out the line 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 demons. They wouldn't rest until they had wiped them all out.

Pulling back the line was therefore the best option. It would greatly strengthen their forces while nullifying the demons' advantage in numbers.

Although he took great care when shortening the line, the demons still noticed something was up.

Just as Renard thought a major battle was about to break out, the demons remained utterly unmoved.

They acted as if they hadn't noticed what he was doing, letting him move about freely.

Renard was left not only bewildered, but deeply worried.

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

They finished shortening the line 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 still over a million human soldiers and natives. They couldn't fit along a five-kilometer front, to say nothing of the cannons and other heavy weapons that needed to be deployed.

Besides, there simply wasn't enough time.

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

Watching the demon army encircle them, Renard immediately understood why the enemy had allowed him to gather his troops: they intended to wipe them all out!

He wasn't bothered. If anything,