Chapter 517 - Star of Battlefield 4 (2/2)

Belik spoke seriously and everyone nodded.

They began to select the troops and the knights who would participate in the operation, they brought in the information about the geography of Sherwood city and the facilities it held from Count Ferrero.

“The operation starts at 2 am tomorrow. Let’s finish it all before sunrise.”

“Understood, Arch Duke!”

The military commanders quickly returned back to their units.

And Belik went out of the military camp and looked at ‘that’ which was being unwrapped by the soldiers.

To take the Sherwood, it was the last resort they had.

At the same time, from across the river in the observatory, Count Darland, who came back after looking at the Symphonia Kingdom’s camp, held for an operation meeting.

“The enemy is likely to be on move.”

“Did the spies in the enemy side report?”

When one of the men asked, Darland, shook his head.

“No, it is something obvious and doesn’t need to be reported by the spies.”

The siege had ended a lot earlier than they had expected, and there was smoke which rose in the enemy camp that day and the day before.

It was obvious that the camp was feeding their men to the fullest, in preparation for something.

“Surely they would attempt to do something in the dark. We need to be prepared thoroughly.”

“Then, we should send wardens, Sire!”

A rough-looking middle-aged knight stood up being scared with Darland’s words.

It was Bodley, the one in charge of the Gigant troops of the Southern Army.

“Nice, when the enemy moves in through the river, attack them…”

“Don’t do that, please use the boats. We will smash them before they even knew what happened.”

Bodley was an assault captain.

Because such a character was stuck behind the walls, his body was compelled to go for an all-out fight.

So he proposed a counterattack, but Darland stopped him.

“Sir. You shouldn’t be wasting power recklessly in such operations.”

“Reckless! So you want us to get beaten up without a fight!?”

Bodley almost threw a fit.

Someone who was younger than him was appointed as a commander, and the man wanted to respond passively, thus, his annoyance couldn’t be hidden any longer.

‘Huh?! Why would one call such a coward who can’t even wield his sword in a battle as the Star of Battlefield!’

Bodley wasn’t well aware of it, but Darland had achieved his merit after the conflict with the Volga Republic and the Holy Empire in the past.

However, it was relatively unaccepted that such merit was gathered from his defensive plan rather than an aggressive move.

“The Gigant unit will be the last card we use to block the enemy if the gates get breached. We aren’t sure when the reinforcements will come, but we can’t spoil things when the situation is still in our hands.”

‘Tch, so you just want to leave them alone. I am hungry to take them down, what is with him?’

Bodley was annoyed, but he couldn’t speak his words.

It was a critical situation, and the commander in front of him was a coward.

Yet, if he protested any longer, he would be punished immediately.

“Understood, sire. As you said, the Gigants will only be used for the ambush.”

“Good to know. But we never know what might happen, so leave half of the troops in the castle.”

The added remarks from the commander made Bodley more irritated.

However, he didn’t protest.

He was sure that the troops along with Marquis Vanden, would accuse the commander for his passive response and his constant holding back of the Gigant troops.