"General Ferion, you're here. Is there any good strategy now?"
Ferion heard Grelli's question midway, his expression stiffened. What good strategy could he have? What could he say? He couldn't just criticize the Rain Capital troops' combat power, which was indeed lacking, could he?
If their combat power could match their pace, they would have broken through the enemy's forward troops before their reinforcements even arrived during the ambush.
"General Grelli, this matter cannot be rushed. Let's discuss it thoroughly. Please have a seat."
Ferion coughed softly and spoke tactfully.
"Alright."
Grelli and the others wore expressions of disappointment on their faces, realizing there was no solution after all.
They could only take their seats.
Seeing Grelli and the others getting more dejected, Ferion's head also hurt badly.
Nevertheless, he braced himself, stepped up to the conference table, and encouraged everyone.
