“In the past, winter has always been a time of truce for us.” He looked at Brewster.

Brewster nodded and said, "Yes, so I think we should wait a while, at least until the snow stops."

"During this time, the communications soldiers will bring us more news. As you said, Davis, the head of the military factory, is staying put. I think he should be able to hold out for a while."

Upon hearing this, Harris frowned and said, "The military factory can basically be considered to have fallen."

“The Yan people deliberately used the military factory as bait to defeat General Bernhardt and his men by besieging the enemy and attacking their reinforcements. After they succeed, the Yan people will definitely use all their forces to quickly attack the military factory.”

"As for their weapons and soldiers' combat capabilities, I have already explained them to you in detail. There is absolutely no way the military factory can be defended."

"I think they will advance immediately once they capture the military factory."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jacob, the staff officer behind Brewster, said in a deep voice, "Lieutenant General Harris, what you said makes sense."

"But the weather affects everyone equally, including them. The Yan people will definitely slow down their offensive."

Brewster interrupted him by tapping his finger on the table:

"No matter what, we will send troops out as soon as the snow stops."

"The deeper the Yan people penetrate into our territory, the longer the battle line they maintain will be, and therefore the more troops they will need."

"Our Fourth Army has multiple branches of service, and both its manpower and experience in joint operations will give us a huge advantage."

"Those areas that have already fallen will soon be reclaimed by us once our Fourth Army arrives on the battlefield." As he spoke, Brewster glanced around at everyone at the table.

"That's for sure, sir! We are always ready to annihilate the enemy!" the commanders of each division replied.

Harris nodded in agreement, then turned to look out the window. The night was deep, the wind was howling, and the snow had not stopped. Now, he only hoped that the snow would stop soon.

——

Under the cover of night.

As soon as Gustav lifted the carriage curtain, the biting wind made him shiver. He pulled his wool coat tighter around himself and looked up at the brightly lit building in front of him.

That was the Royal Castle. He had left Salibia on the morning of the 4th and returned six days later.

The reason for his return, however, made Gusterford's heart feel as if it had frozen solid. His jaw trembled as he followed the signalman and stepped through the gates of the Royal Castle.