“Oh? You vetoed it?” Linley looked questioningly at Watts.
He felt that the suggestion was a rather reasonable one. When the enemy forces were in disarray, a sudden attack could definitely give the forces of the Radiant Church and the Cult of Shadows a bloody nose.
Watts said respectfully, “Lord Linley, the reason I vetoed this subjection has three parts to it.”
Three parts?
Linley had to admit that he didn’t know much about warfare, and so he carefully listened to Watts’ explanation.
“First of all, the chances of success are not high, because there is a distance of several dozen kilometers from the prefectural city of Cod to the river. If we were to send our troops over, by the time they arrived, the enemy forces would number over a million, and the disposition of the troops would have been reformed again.”
Barker shook his head. “For a million soldiers to set up their formations and be battle-ready is not something done so easily.”
