"Hm, I'll remember you." The Marquis of Talavera nodded, but saw Blake still standing there. "Is there anything else?"
Joaquin Blake spoke cautiously:
"If you're interested in seizing the towns of Alentejo, I might have a way."
Talavera looked at him with disdain:
"You? An engineering battalion major wants to meddle in operational planning?"
Blake's face flushed red, and he turned to leave.
The Marquis of Talavera thought for a moment, then raised his hand to call him back:
"Wait. Since there's nothing else pressing, let me hear your plan."
Blake halted, took a deep breath, and said:
"Commander, honestly, you don't have to worry so much. Take all your forces across the Mondego River and occupy Goish. After that, whether you continue south to Evora or head straight to Lisbon, it's entirely up to you."
The Marquis of Talavera burst out laughing:
"It seems you truly only excel at building pontoon bridges.
