"Hmm..." Dane pondered, "So, do you think the defenders of Iron Spike Hill will take advantage of this time to attack us?"
"Yes." Gnar's nervousness showed no signs of easing.
"Go on," Dane said.
Gnar only felt that the aura of his lord was getting stronger day by day.
But he knew that this was the first time he had expressed some of his opinions in front of Dane, and he thought it was very important for this war. Moreover, it was a matter of his future, and he couldn't let his cowardice ruin it all.
He continued with his analysis:
"Before the war, I collected some rumors about Dempsey. He is not a young veteran. He was also a soldier in the past. He gradually climbed up to the position of general in battle after battle. He has been in the battlefield for many years. The old Dempsey of the time has experienced many battles and acted steadily. It is said that Governor Kangli was dissatisfied with the radical strategy of the former Iron Ding Hill Warlord Gu Sha, so he sent a stable person to guard the city."
"But Dempsey should not be a tactically conservative person, let alone a coward. I have referred to some of his previous battle examples, his fighting style... How should I put it, he looks like an experienced old wolf, although not as good as a young and middle-aged beast. Violent and tough, but quite patient, and will continue to test the enemy, once the weak point is grasped, this old wolf will pounce on it, it will definitely be fiercer than anyone else!"
Hearing this, Dane straightened his posture, facing his adjutant, touched his nose, and said: "Your statement is very interesting, let's continue to talk about it."
After being encouraged, Gnar became more courageous. He said: "I think that Dempsey's current attack on our troops near the edge of the city wall is a kind of temptation. If we continue to deal with the enemy on our own by the various teams below, we will definitely be able to easily repel Dempsey's attack." One attack, but the status quo of fighting separately and temporarily lacking a unified command and unified combat target will inevitably be caught by the enemy. At that time, he will probably launch a more violent attack on us, and at that time, Whether we can sustain under the opponent's offensive is a question mark."
"Let me predict more boldly." Gnar cleared his throat, his nervousness had been completely lost, and he appeared more confident: "Dempsey's next more violent offensive may not be comprehensive. Offense—that way, his strength will be somewhat stretched, and the pressure on a single area will make it difficult for our elite troops to collapse. It is more likely that he will choose to organize a strong army, and the number will not be too many , but it will definitely form an overwhelming advantage over our team on the local battlefield. If we don't move, it will inevitably fall like a thunder, forming a tactical breakthrough from a single point, thus quickly cutting through our formation. In this way, we will become very passive tactically, the losses will not be small, and we may even be driven out of the city under the enemy's crazy offensive!"
After Gnar finished speaking, he felt happier than ever. He looked at Dane and Patience expectantly, hoping to be praised.
"Scaremongering! Nonsense!"
Dane didn't speak, but Patience next to him scolded furiously.
Gnar was stunned by the scolding. He felt that there was nothing wrong with what he said just now. Although this was some speculation, based on the situation on the battlefield and Dempsey's military habits and personality, Gnar felt that he The analysis should be almost inseparable. He didn't know why Patience was so angry and scolded him so harshly.
Gnar looked at Dane for help, and saw that he also had a cold look on his face, which seemed to be similar to the attitude of the commander of the Patience Legion, but because of his status, it was not easy to swear directly, as if his face just now The encouraging eyes and expression are just Gnar's own illusion.
He squeezed his fist, but only felt his palm was cold.
"Major Gnar, I hope that before you speak, you can think clearly about what you are talking about, and be prepared to be responsible for every word you say. I don't care for such irresponsible words like nonsense. I hope to hear it a second time from my adjutant. I also don't want a fourth person besides the three in our house to hear such words that will disturb the morale of the army. I suggest that after you go out, immediately Forget about this conversation we had."
Dane's voice, in his ears, was colder than the coldest winter wind he had ever felt. Looking at Dane's disappointed expression, he felt as if his head had been blown dumb by the winter wind, and his ears were buzzing.
But he still understood Dane's order. He originally wanted to fight, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his lips were already too tight, and all the words were choked in his chest and could not be uttered.
He reluctantly raised his hand, gave a military salute, then turned and left. When he opened the door to leave, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"No... I'm sorry..." He apologized, his voice was as low as that of a mosquito, and he stepped out of the threshold without daring to look back, then turned around and closed the door gently. When closing the door, he kept his head down, not daring to look at Dane at all.
Gnar, who had done all this, instantly felt that all the strength in his body was taken away. He was so weak that he almost collapsed in front of the door, his eyes were red and swollen from the discomfort, as if tears were about to flow out.
But he still has some military awareness. He tried his best to control his body, stood straighter than ever, and controlled the expression on his face very well, but his eyes were a little red, but he couldn't hide it no matter what.
A team of guards passed in front of him, and the captain of the guards was quite familiar with Gnar, the new lord's adjutant. He didn't notice Gnar's reddish eyes, he greeted as usual, and then asked casually: "Hey, Gnar, how are you? When are we going to continue marching and beat up those damn northerners?" Human ass?"
Usually, Gnar would reply with a smile and cursing, but today he didn't at all. He just stared at the captain of the guard with a serious face, without saying a word.
The captain of the guard was stared at a little furiously by him. He was on patrol and couldn't ask any more questions, so he could only lead the soldiers away, leaving Gnar standing at the door like a stone sculpture, motionless. (To be continued.)