Novgorod, inside the Marshal's Mansion.

Ivanovich listened to Elena's report, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, his face showing complete indifference.

"Go back and tell General Elena that I can provide her with whatever she needs. From now on, the 250,000 troops at the front will all be under her command. My only order is to capture Ai Zijun within a month and secure victory."

The messenger was somewhat stunned and couldn't help but ask, "Marshal, Chen Zhennan is now by Ai Zijun's side. He was the former Great Martial War God, and his battle tactics are unpredictable. Shouldn't we be more careful?"

Upon hearing this, Ivanovich's expression suddenly turned somewhat cold, and he gave the messenger a cold look.

"You're just a messenger, yet you have so many ideas. What Great Martial War God? This is no longer the era of the Great Martial, it's the era of us Slavs! Go back and relay Marshal Jiangben's words to Elena: launch the attack as soon as possible!"

The messenger frowned slightly, but dared not say anything, after all, the messenger was the marshal.

"Yes, sir!"

Carrying Marshal Ivanovich's orders, the messenger hurriedly rode back to Elena's camp and relayed the marshal's words to Elena verbatim.

Upon hearing the messenger's words, Elena frowned, and anger instantly surfaced on her face.

"Is this the Marshal's attitude? He wants me to launch an attack as soon as possible?"

The messenger looked somewhat helpless, but still nodded slightly: "That's right, that's what the marshal said, instructing you to secure victory within a month."

Elena pursed her lips. Securing victory within a month was no problem for her. With an army of 250,000 against Ai Zijun's 100,000, the advantage was in her hands.

However, Ivanovic's attitude displeased Elena.

A marshal who was so indecisive, only knowing how to give orders but not how to carry them out.

Turning around and sitting down, Elena's anger was too much to bear, and she couldn't help but slam her fist heavily on the table.

"I am confident that I can take down Ai Zijun, but if we launch an attack rashly without a plan, the losses will be enormous."

With a sigh, Elena glanced at the messenger.

"Go, summon all the generals who command troops to my tent, and then you can go and rest."

"yes!"

The messenger turned and left the tent. Before long, the generals who were leading troops at the front came to Elena's tent.

There were many generals on the Slavic front, but Elena was the only female general.

Looking at the fifty-odd burly generals in front of her, Elena's expression turned somewhat grim.

"What happened? Where are the rest of the people? Why didn't they come?"

There are hundreds of generals fighting on the Slavic front, but only a little over half of them have come, and most of them are deputy generals; fewer than ten generals have come.

As soon as Elena finished speaking, a lieutenant dressed in heavy armor slowly stepped forward.

“General Elena, our general said that he is also a general, with the same rank as you, so sending me is sufficient.”

Upon hearing this, laughter erupted one after another within the battalion, all mocking General Elena for lacking authority.

Elena, on the other hand, seemed completely unconcerned; she'd seen this kind of thing many times before.

"If I remember correctly, you are Milos Dragovic's second-in-command, right?"

The lieutenant nodded slightly and smiled faintly, "That's right, I am General Dragochi's second-in-command. General Elena, what advice do you have for me?"

Upon hearing this, Elena finally became somewhat angry; none of her subordinates had ever dared to speak to her like that.

With her eyes slightly narrowed, Elena tilted her head to look at the lieutenant, her murderous intent undisguised.

"Just today, Marshal Ivanovich has completely handed over command of the 250,000 troops at the front to me. I'm giving you a chance: go back and summon Dragovic to me."

Upon hearing Elena's words, the lieutenant burst into laughter as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"You, a woman, are handing over command of an army of 250,000? How can my Slavic Principality possibly achieve victory then?"

Although many people present did not take Elena seriously, these words were undoubtedly a challenge to Elena's authority, which was tantamount to courting death.

Elena gave a cold laugh and retorted, "Then tell me, if I weren't capable of winning, why would Marshal Ivanov hand over all the military command at the front to me?"

Upon hearing this, the lieutenant burst into laughter again, striking a pose as if he had seen through the truth.

"Who doesn't know that Marshal Ivanov wants to marry you? I think you, Elena, should go back now and become the Marshal's wife. As a woman, you shouldn't interfere in matters at the front."

Upon hearing this, Elena finally couldn't hold back any longer and slammed her hand on the table, standing up.

With a muffled thud, everyone inside the tent was startled.

"How dare you! The brothers on the front lines have witnessed how I rose to this position! How dare you insult me! Guards!"

With a shout from Elena, six heavily armored guards rushed into the tent, making the already crowded tent feel even smaller.

Elena pointed at the lieutenant and said coldly, "Drag him out and execute him!"

"You dare!?"

The lieutenant stood tall and proud, glaring at Elena with gritted teeth, unable to believe that Elena would actually dare to kill him.

To his surprise, the guards seemed not to hear his warning and quickly stepped forward to grab his shoulders and arms.

"What are you doing? I am Dragochi's deputy general. Who dares to touch me?"

No matter how much he shouted, the guards didn't react at all and forcibly dragged him out of the tent.

Among the battalion commanders, apart from the generals, they all knew Elena's personality very well.

But the remaining people were all shocked, never expecting that Elena would actually dare to kill someone.

"General Elena, what do you mean by this? Before the war has even started, you're killing your own deputy general. What are your true intentions?"

"Exactly! Marshal Ivanov gave you military power, but he didn't give you the right to indiscriminately kill innocent people!"

Elena couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this, surprised that someone would dare to stand up and refute her.

"Guards! Drag them both away and execute them!"

With a shout, the two suicidal lieutenants were also taken away, and finally the camp fell silent.

After glancing around at the remaining people, Elena finally smiled with satisfaction.

"I know you all have a lot of grievances against me, but remember this: this is the front line, and my orders are the executioner's blade! Anyone who dares to speak disrespectfully or disrupt morale will die!"

Elena's words silenced all those who harbored resentment.

"Are you all deaf? Didn't you hear me?!"

"Yes, sir!"