After receiving the intelligence from Aureg, Ingweir felt the situation was far from good.
He had barely slept that night. He even found himself hoping dawn would come sooner.
Surviving the first day did not mean they could survive the days that followed.
Blind optimism had no place in war.
If a small victory blinded them, defeat would be all that awaited them.
At present, Godrick's Army seemed to hold every advantage.
But a new development might arise in a few days and send the situation plunging downhill in an instant.
For instance, the strategy the Redmane Army was currently employing did not seem like much.
In reality, however, it could be called clever.
Leaving supplies aside, in an ordinary war, this would amount to the enemy gaining a continuous stream of fresh troops.
Two hundred thousand men could serve as replacements.
And Stormgate had no means of weakening that fresh force.
Ingweir could not march out to fight as Aureg did, because Stormgate could not casually open its gates.
Right now, it could be called impregnable, but a rash sortie would give the enemy an opening.
With two hundred thousand men, they only needed to send enough soldiers to tie Ingweir down while the rest seized Stormgate first, and Ingweir would have no choice but to admit defeat.
Such a situation was not impossible. It had to be taken into account.
Otherwise, he would be shirking his responsibility.
Perhaps Aureg alone would have to resolve the problem in this battle.
While Ingweir considered this, he also reported the matter to Godrick at headquarters.
Ingweir considered real-time reports on the battle extremely important.
Although the young master was rather useless, he was not unlikeable.
It was always better to let him know about these things.
Upon receiving the intelligence, Godrick