"Alright, we will confront them. To make sure they don't flee from us, we need the remaining five thousand knights to flank them from the back. We will pincer them from the back and front," Derekh Malone dared to take the risk to face the demon if this could get them a better position in the Revolution Army.
"Then it's decided," Duran Ambrose smiled and looked toward the scout who was still kneeling, "Do you hear us? Tell Commander Heaton to flank that small group," Duran Ambrose gave his command toward the scout.
"Yes, Lord Duran. I will take my leave now to inform Commander Heaton of the change of plan," Without hearing Lord Duran's consent, the scout did not dare to raise his head. Sweat damped his back, but he did not dare say anything since his life was in the line.
"Mnn, you may go now," With Duran's words, the scout immediately got up and quick-walked his way out of the tent.
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