"But the fact that neither a fierce attack was launched on the Macedonian arsenal nor troops were sent back to Foster Harbor to report the news is very problematic."
“Since our garrison was established, all routes have been guarded by troops, but the Yan Army has not sent any troops back. In terms of understanding this area, they are certainly not as familiar as we are, and there is no other route for them to send back to report.”
"This is extremely unusual. They know we're behind them, yet they've ignored us completely. What does that mean?"
After Klein said that, Riegl frowned and tried to figure out the problem.
Klein, with a stern face, continued:
"If they don't care, then I think they are very confident and not worried about problems in the rear or our encirclement and suppression."
Upon hearing this, Riegl finally realized the problem.
Klein, however, spoke in an increasingly somber tone:
"It is very likely that... the Macedonian arms factory was not their target at all."
"No, that's not the right way to put it. It's just one of their goals."
"Perhaps... this is the tactic they're really planning to employ..."
"It's a strategy of besieging the enemy's stronghold and attacking their reinforcements!"
"Our reinforcements are the target!"
The sun finally disappeared completely, and a full moon quietly appeared, its serene beams slightly dispelling the darkness of the night.
Beyond the firelight, the ground was covered in a blanket of silver frost. The insects of winter had long since burrowed underground, making the night eerily quiet.
A chill ran through him, and goosebumps rose on Liger's skin.
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