"Based on the scout's report the day before, there are signs of a large transfer of supplies within Bon Temps Town. Commander, would Kingdom of Vriweth send reinforcements?" A commanding general in black armor looked up at Elon.
Elon frowned while staring at the architectural model in front of him. He said a grim voice, "Previously, I lost 50 thousand men, and this time another 80 thousand are gone. Yet, the Purple-Blue Legion has lost less than 30 thousand. He plans to gradually weaken Black Tiger Legion..."
Another commanding general said angrily, "Commander, why don't we just assemble our troops now and wipe them out in one go? We can capture Zeno alive. Then we shall see if the Kingdom of Vriweth dares to cause any more trouble."
"Zeno? No, this is definitely not his work," Elon denied with a shake of his head.
"Commander, what if they actually don't have any reinforcements and are just pretending? Won't we end up wasting our fighters?" the third commanding general said with a frown.
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