"Then what do you want me to do?"
Field Marshall Hass was about to go mad.
In that moment, he was so furious that he ignored the disparity in status between him and Manson, shouting angrily:
"This is war, Manson! This isn't your psychic's damn witchcraft. The enemy's fighting spirit is extremely strong. The Winter Wolf Army used to deal with the West Sacha Barbarians from the Northern Wilderness, opponents fiercer than the Wolf People. They're not afraid of us at all and have a wealth of experience in combating large creatures.
Pressure tactics don't work on them at all. Fear tactics would be nothing more than breakfast for them!
I've worn down half their military strength in twenty days! Their soldiers are on the verge of collapse. I just need one more attack to shatter that position. I don't need you here interfering with command, Lord Manson!
