Rhondas constantly looked towards the north, gripping his hat in his palm, crumpling it with his fingers.
"Stop looking!"
Wearing a wool coat, shivering while sipping coffee, Dass waved his hand: "We haven't attracted the enemy's main forces yet; His Majesty won't launch an attack."
"But…"
"There's no 'but.' If we want victory, we must pay the price. We soldiers must think for the Holy Alliance. If I don't, who will?"
The situation Dass faced was made very clear before the battle.
He must hold the enemy's attack firmly on the southern battlefield, try to attract the enemy's main forces, and only then can follow-up plans be made.
However, the current situation exceeded Dass's expectations.
Neither the decisive maneuvering of the Royal Palace's forces nor the emergence of numerous flesh Titans and the dam were things he had anticipated.
