Rise of the Northern Warlord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Just after Viscount Webster finished explaining the distribution and risks of enemy strongholds.

The atmosphere in the large tent fell into brief silence, with everyone waiting for the next deployment proposal.

Viscount Webster spoke with a serious and grave tone:

"Based on current intelligence, the terrain around the Ice Fang Mine area is relatively gentle. We could consider prioritizing the elimination of this stronghold first, then use it as a starting point to advance and defeat them one by one. This is the most prudent approach."

Several old-school nobles nodded in agreement, clearly approving of this steady, methodical deployment.

But before he could continue in detail, a hoarse voice tinged with drunkenness suddenly interrupted him: "Old man, why are you being so slow?"

Everyone turned to look at the main seat in unison.

Earl Foss was supporting himself with one hand on the chair back, barely keeping himself upright, his face still heavy with intoxication.

He extended his hand, pointing at the three red dots on the sand table: "If we’re going to fight, let’s fight them all at once! These three rat nests... just clear them all simultaneously! We’ve assembled five thousand troops—what are we afraid of?"

The nobles present looked at each other, unsure what to say, falling into momentary silence.

The military advisor behind Foss coughed once and quietly added: "Lord Foss means we could dispatch three separate forces to clear out all three locations simultaneously. If progress goes smoothly, we could end the campaign early."