Dark, who had returned from scouting, approached Ghislain and whispered almost comically low.NoÌv(el)B\\jnn
âMaster, itâs true. The enemyâs coming. Wow, how did you know?â
âYou donât need to whisper so quietly. Even if you shout, they wonât hear you from here.â
âOh, come on. Letâs set the mood, will you?â
Dark muttered and began relaying his findings.
âThere are twenty groups. Theyâre all coming through tough terrain. But guess what? Every route you mentioned had them.â
âTheir numbers?â
Ghislain tightened his grip on the reins.
It wasnât difficult to deduce the routes the Revolutionaries would take. After all, there were only so many ways to move unnoticed.
When preparing for an ambush, the key wasnât predicting where the enemy would move but confirming that they would attempt an ambush.
And Ghislainâs prediction had hit the mark.
âKnowing someone well is truly convenient,â Ghislain chuckled.
In his previous life, the Revolutionaries had always moved covertly, favoring ambushes. Their favorite tactic was striking from the rear while the Allied Forces were preoccupied elsewhere.
It wasnât difficult to predict their strategy.
And with Dark at his side, it was even easier to monitor them. Once he grasped the enemyâs intent, their movements became as clear as day.
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