He turned his head and looked at Albert, his tone still courteous: "This is the judgment given by Lord Louis; trying to rely on a light assault will only crash into their prepared iron formation."
Albert pondered for a moment: "So it's step by step? Taking one fortress after another?"
Lambert shook his head, with a clearly respectful expression: "Lord has another strategy."
He took out a sealed order stamped with the Red Tide Territory's wax from his coat and placed it on the table: "The whole army rests in place for two days, feed the horses and count ammunition. Then converge on the middle route."
Albert was stunned: "Middle route? Gather to where?"
Lambert's finger moved past all the outlying strongholds, like erasing irrelevant noise, finally landing on the grand stone fortress in the center of the map.
