Yun Zhe was very satisfied with the general's answer. The thought process behind his response made Yun Zhe feel that there was a real possibility of winning him over.
"What's your name?" Yun Zhe asked, standing up.
"Morrison," the general said, looking haggard but still trying to remain calm.
“Okay, Morrison, you don’t need to worry about your soldiers, but we can’t let you leave here for the time being. Please understand.” After saying that, Yun Zhe left the basement without waiting for Morrison’s reply.
At the basement entrance, Sancho looked at Yun Zhe, who had just come out, with a worried expression. "Sir, are you really going to save this person?"
"What? Does everyone have a lot of opinions?" Yun Zhe asked knowingly.
"My lord, you may not know, but many of our brothers died by this man's sword."
Yun Zhe raised an eyebrow. "Oh, tell me, how did he kill you?"
Sancho frowned. "The cavalry blocked the gates, which is why so few brothers escaped. My lord, many of our brothers are itching for revenge. We can't let them go!"
"Tell the soldiers to take care of themselves. These men are our lifeline. Every one less of them means less effectiveness. If they don't want to return to Donic alive, then let them go and seek revenge."
Sancho nodded repeatedly after hearing this, and left without saying anything more.
Yun Zhe watched Sancho's retreating figure, his mood darkening. This betrayal was indeed a very serious problem. As an outsider, Yun Zhe might not have felt it much, but for those soldiers who saw their friends and comrades fall at the hands of these people, it was indeed asking too much of them to rationally consider these issues from a higher perspective.
However, Morrison was indeed the first general with any sense Yun Zhe had encountered since arriving in this world. Although his primary purpose in knocking him unconscious was to end the war quickly, and he hadn't yet considered training this man, after asking those questions, Yun Zhe was certain that this general was indeed quite capable. He had a sense of honor, his own ideas, and, more importantly, he wasn't a die-hard Kuhlman loyalist, leaving him some room for maneuver.
Another point is that, at this moment, these prisoners are indeed their best protection. With them, at least the biggest threat to their return to Donic has been eliminated, and even if another force intends to attack the castle, they at least have more bargaining chips.
As Yun Zhe was thinking this, he arrived at the square and happened to meet Valentine, who was full of admiration.
"My lord, you are truly a prophet. Yesterday's battle was indeed very memorable," Valentine said without any attempt to hide his praise.
“Valentine, perfect timing! Quickly send two or three excellent soldiers to relay this news back to Donic, the sooner the better,” Yun Zhe said directly, ignoring Valentine’s praise.
Valentine was slightly displeased, but he still agreed. Just as he turned to leave, he heard Yun Zhe say behind him.
"By the way, Valentine, after you've finished making the arrangements, call Elke and Sancho. I have something to tell you about yesterday's battle. Come over as soon as you're done."
Valentine looked at Yun Zhe with a hint of surprise after hearing this, "Sir, are you going to teach us?"
Yun Zhe nodded. "I will talk about my thoughts and judgments from yesterday. As for any questions you may have, you can ask me then."
Valentine's mood immediately improved upon hearing this, and his earlier dissatisfaction with Yun Zhe disappeared.
Time was tight, and Yun Zhe didn't know how much time he had left. But one thing was certain: the enemy's counterattack would be extremely fierce. Yun Zhe estimated the date of Kuhlman's departure and the time it would take for the message to reach him, and finally felt a little better.
This time is at least two or three days later than when Donic's soldiers arrive, and two or three days will be enough.
Kurman's main force moved slowly, but he deployed a large number of scout cavalry to conduct intensive reconnaissance along the roads from the capital to Gularburg. This eventually led him to discover the whereabouts of the main force from the capital.
Of course, Leonrenlang's scouts weren't all pushovers; they also spotted Kurman's scouts. However, due to preconceived notions, Leonrenlang didn't see these scouts as a threat, assuming Kurman was simply being cautious because he was afraid of being defeated.
The weather grew colder day by day, and the troops' marching speed slowed down accordingly. Leonrenlang was extremely anxious. On one hand, he couldn't receive any news from Guralburg, and on the other hand, he couldn't contact Kurman. He had no idea what the situation was at the front, or who controlled Guralburg.
As dusk fell, Leon ordered a halt to the march and the troops to set up camp. He himself stood on a high slope, awaiting the return of the scouts. Today, his mind was far from calm; he was unusually panicked. This hadn't happened in many years. Leon tried to recall when he had last felt this way, and what had occurred, but no matter how hard he tried, he could barely remember when or what had happened.
The wind was cold, the clouds were thick, and the sun set faster than usual.
The clatter of hooves grew louder as a dozen or so cavalrymen slowly came to a stop in front of Leon. Leon frowned slightly; the fact that there were more than thirty fewer men made him even more uneasy.
"Abumili, why are there only these scouts? Where are the others?"
"My lord, please wait a moment. Verdun has taken two cavalry squads to scout further afield and will probably be back later."
"I told you we don't need to go too far. Did you find anything today?"
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