The enemy was now using prisoners of war to fight. Their combat strength wasn't very high, and they'd only just been reorganized.
Dianzi Wang had refreshed.
The candlelight flickered. On a cold winter day, nothing could soothe the heart like a mouthful of warm blood paired with meat.
A vampire baron stood before Sheffield, brimming with confidence.
"I say, Viscount, it's late. We've retreated three positions today, thirty li in all. I have an idea—should we make a move?"
Sheffield didn't object to the baron's sudden suggestion. Instead, he asked outright, "Jean Charles, what do you have in mind?"
Many noble families were like this. The elders of the family were so afraid of dying that they became vampires.
The younger generation, meanwhile, had been tormented in all sorts of ways, so naturally they'd given up trying. They couldn't defy their ancestors.
There were countless nobles in the Empire. What could you expect, with so many people?
Still, people could try to get ahead in other ways.
For example, by studying history and imitating a brilliant military victory?
"They're using prisoners of war to attack. Since they've only just been captured, their morale must be unstable." Sheffield walked over to the map. "We've set up defenses in depth. Their advance may be too fast, but they're still making little headway."
"They invented modern warfare, and at the same time, they invented trench warfare that can be carried out anywhere, anytime, much like urban and siege warfare."
"They were the first to use it."
"So their casualties must be heavy today."
"And besides, those guns need a well-lit environment."
"Don't you think we could launch a night attack and undermine their morale?"
Sheffield looked troubled. They'd already been forced back ten li, lost seven positions in one day, and suffered five