John's decision to regroup his army and face the Bloodhowl Legion was not an impulsive one.
Given the situation they currently faced, there was no second option besides forcibly tearing through the Bloodhowl Legion or being devoured by it.
After all, the Blazing Sun Fleet had already entered the Artificial Waterway. Building ships at the last minute and crossing the five-kilometer waterway from the west while enemy warships surrounded them had become nothing more than a fantasy.
Although retreating eastward seemed capable of buying them time, John knew very well that with Reginald's cautious nature, the man would definitely leave at least five dreadnoughts to circle the island.
Therefore, aside from buying them several hours, retreating east would ultimately leave them caught between the Allied Forces landing troops in the south and the Bloodhowl Legion in the north, while also facing the threat of enemy naval artillery from the Aiken Sea to the east, leading them into a true dead end.
In comparison, heading north to confront the Bloodhowl Legion was truly their best option.
"Though it wasn't exactly a good one."
After the defensive battle at Blackstone Beach, even with the traps prepared in advance and John's precise command, their forces had still uncontrollably dwindled to 11,000 men.
Even including the Darkthorn Regiment currently within the enemy ranks, they only had 26,000 troops.
Furthermore, John could not be certain whether Galil, whom he had developed into an Imperial spy, could truly persuade that regiment to risk its life for him in such desperate circumstances despite their overwhelming disadvantage.
Therefore, assuming the worst, they might have to face a total of 65,000 enemy troops with only 11,000 men.
The difference in troop numbers was nearly sixfold!
It was enough to inspire despair!
Moreover, the enemy outclassed them in both basic