The Royal Army commanders are aligned and the operational meeting begins.
Well, fighting under Lieutenant General Simon's command is a decision, only an outline of the operation and confirmation of the formation.
"It works in an operation called Separate teams should be already in motion, so until then, surround the fort and wait."
To the words of Lieutenant General Simon, the surviving commander of the Confederate, Western armies pulls his jaw.
"How much time will it take?
What I heard was the Commander of the Survival Unit.
"In the battle ahead, it was a burnout since our battle began. You'll have to think that you can't move as you think in the fort on a boulder.
Seeing as impossible today, it will be after tomorrow. Give the soldiers a warm meal!
"Copy that. It was just dried meat, so the soldiers will be happy."
"Mm-hmm. Give him a good rest. Starting tomorrow, we wait, but we don't know when, because it's hard to tell."
"Right. But are you okay? It's only his first year, isn't it?
"You're the man who'll be Ensign in a year, aren't you? Well, if it doesn't work, we're gonna have to do it the right way, and that's gonna do a lot of damage. Then it would be nice to wait a little longer."