Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1635 1607. Delaying the Decision
For these cloaked men, dealing with differences within this racially mixed rebel army seems to be quite an accomplished task.

Each crime has a corresponding punishment, although it is foreseeable that these discriminations and conflicts born out of racial discrimination will definitely produce more and more novel conflicts and manifestations within the increasingly large team base.

But the cloak people are also updating and revising the rules they set.

We strive to ensure that the formulation of military laws is in line with the actual situation.

The captain of Team 7, his remarks that undermined unity were limited to the group of people attending the meeting.

This group of people are also the commanders of the rebel army, so the impact is not that great.

So the cloaked man who spoke just carried out the caning according to the rules and did nothing more.

After resolving the biggest disagreement, which was whether or not to limit the capture target to Vergen for the sake of the safety of the non-human races in the team, the only thing left was actually a matter of execution.

Military law was enforced strictly and swiftly, so when the cloaked man and the captain of Team Seven returned, the discussion was still not over.

"A frontal assault is too stupid!" Yarpen pushed his greasy side-parted hair aside and muttered loudly. "That's the city built by us dwarves!"

"Besides, since we started, we have always relied on flexibility and surprise to fight, and we don't have much experience in attacking strongholds or weapons! We can operate equipment, but there is not even a catapult here! What use are we?"

Sakia's handsome and heroic face first looked down at the simple map of Vergen in the candlelight, then raised its head and looked seriously at Yarpan who was scratching his butt, and the one-eyed elf who was standing aside with his arms folded.

Yarpan also noticed Sachia's gaze, and the pouting expression on his face disappeared. Instead, he suddenly became a little anxious.

"Wait, Sakia! Now I think attacking the city is a good idea! Let's think about it carefully. Although this city was built by us dwarves, hundreds of years have passed and it has become a trading town. It can't be that strong!"

A military town must, of course, be built thick and easy to defend. It would be best if it were a smaller target to make it easier to concentrate defensive forces and prevent the enemy's advantageous forces from being brought into play.

However, a trading town must first have convenient transportation and be large enough to accommodate merchants, caravans, and large quantities of goods for circulation and storage.

The change in the nature of the town will of course bring about a difference in the architectural pattern.

Except for some unique conditions, it is difficult to achieve both.

"Don't try to be cunning at this time, Yarpan!" Sakia scolded the dwarf harshly, "You know it well!"

Since the target of the attack remains unchanged, it is still Verden, and it is indeed not possible to carry out a strong attack, then the remaining options are actually very clear.

The only option is to sneak in, raid, and open the city gate.

And the look Sakia gave Iorveth and Yarpen revealed the candidates.

Elves are generally light and agile, and they must be among the candidates for raids.

Although Yarpan and the elite dwarf squad around him were sturdy and heavy, even with these racial shortcomings, their fighting power was still much stronger than that of ordinary rebel soldiers.

After all, most of the people in the rebel army were farmers who could only use dung forks half a year ago.

"Alright, alright." Yarpen muttered, pouted, and glanced at Iorveth.

"Although I'm standing aside now, you attacked us before, and I still feel uncomfortable."

"It doesn't matter how uncomfortable you feel." Iorveth's one eye also glanced at the dwarf coldly, "As long as nothing goes wrong during the operation, we don't care."

In the middle of his speech, Yarpan choked back some of his words, which was contrary to the nature of a dwarf.

He didn't finish his words, but everyone basically knew that he wanted to say the word "Scoia'tael".

And now that the Scoia'tael are affiliated with Nilfgaard, this is exactly the identity that the elves within the rebel army are trying hard to downplay.

The cloaked man therefore turned his head towards Yarpan, causing the dwarf's lips under his beard to twitch awkwardly.

But he didn't say the word "Scoia'tael" after all, so the cloaked man didn't say anything further, just a warning.

In addition to dwarves and elves, for the sake of racial harmony and equality in the team, a few good humans must be included.

And consistently
Sakia's gaze turned to the equally tall, oppressive cloaked men scattered around the meeting.

The cloaked man who had led Zeller to execution and returned nodded to Sakia imperceptibly.

They monitor military discipline and promptly suppress any racial conflicts that arise within the ranks.

This is not a good job.

Because even if the ruling is made in the most fair way, people on both sides will never be without complaints.

In an ideal world, fairness is fairness.

But in reality, fairness often means making everyone slightly dissatisfied.

But when the cloaked man was speaking just now, no one present talked back or interrupted him.

Because this prestige and consensus are not simply obtained by "fair law enforcement" - they monitor military discipline in peacetime, charge forward in wartime, and are always successful.

Victory and fairness, the combination of the two is the ultimate killer in the military.

"Afterwards, give me a list of actions." Sakia didn't need to explain much, as everyone present had basically understood. "Yalpan, recall the structure and spaciousness of Vergen's city gate. How many people are needed to occupy it and hold it for at least fifteen minutes?"

Since the last incident in the Pontar River Valley, she had already had a long military career after discussing the follow-up direction with Lan En. These experiences also broadened her horizons and helped her grow.

At present, she is the undisputed leader of the rebels.

"Well," the dwarf stroked his beard, his greasy hair reflecting in the firelight, "there's a crowd at the city gate, maybe fifty people."

"Fifty people." Sakia repeated it and nodded, acknowledging the number. "So when are we going to act?"

As she spoke, she also frowned: "If we are still in hiding, of course the sooner the better. But we have already fought a battle during the day."

For surprise attacks and infiltrations, of course, the more relaxed the enemy is, the better.

But the war had just started during the day, so it would be strange if the people in the city could relax.

Then why not launch a feint attack for a few more days to wear down the patience and vigilance of the enemies in the city?
Although the rebels had an advantage in military strength, their size reached its peak before the North-South War.

At that time, in order to free up his hands and prepare for military action against Nilfgaard, King Demavere of Aedirn took ruthless measures to suppress the internal rebellion.

But this is the advantage of standing on the side of morality and the masses.

The more you oppress and brutally treat someone, as long as you fail to kill them in one go, the more the force of resistance will grow.

On the contrary, after the Nilfgaardians advanced rapidly into Cintra, they unexpectedly did not repeat the tragedy they had committed in Cintra during the First Civil War.

It seems quite orderly in this era.

This slowed down the expansion of the rebel army after the outbreak of the Civil War.

By now, the number of rebels had reached nearly 2,000, while the Nasir and Nilfgaardian troops in Vergen might have less than 800 in total.

But now, Aedirn is completely occupied by Nilfgaardians and Kaedwenians. It has become an enemy territory.

For a force like them that relies on guerrilla warfare and concealment as their main business, if they stay in one place for a few more days, the risk will increase dramatically.

The longer the delay, the greater the danger to the entire team. The shorter the delay, the more vigilant the defenders in the city will be, and the more dangerous it will be for those who raid the city.

After briefly thinking about the pros and cons, Sachia still felt uncomfortable in his throat and his breathing was heavy even though he had been leading the troops for quite some time.

But that’s what leadership is all about.

A leader may not be as smart as others, or as good at fighting as others, but he must be able to make quicker and more powerful decisions than others.

You must also bear the consequences of your decisions and not be afraid to take responsibility.

"Three days."

Sachia thought to herself.

"Use the feint attack during the day to delay the enemy for three days and paralyze them. Three days later, at night, we will have no choice but to let them enter the city!"

Sakia looked up.

The commanders of the rebel army included both men and women, elves, dwarves, and humans. They were whispering and discussing in low voices with each other.

Even races that used to be at odds with each other were now able to calmly and logically discuss tactics and the direction of the situation.

Sachia knew that as long as he made a decision, these people would start to execute it without hesitation.

Even if it means shedding blood, there is no hesitation.

But that's why she always feels a lump in her throat every time she makes a decision.

It is never easy to take on the trust of others and risk their lives.

Just thinking about the possibility of failure, even with the body of a giant dragon, Sakia would feel his heart beating faster and his head going numb.

But someone has to do it.

"Suck~"

Sakia took a long breath. This was a habit she developed under great pressure after she led the rebels.

After taking a deep breath, it's time to announce the decision.

Everyone present knew her habit by now, so after the inhalation, their private discussions all stopped at the same time and everyone looked at Sakia.

But just as Sakia took a deep breath and was about to speak, her sharp eyes flickered to the side.

The words that were about to come out of his mouth were suppressed again.

Amid the confused looks of the crowd, he lowered his head as if he was continuing to think.

And in the direction where she had just wandered off, the cloaked man who had just tortured a captain lowered a finger that was slightly exposed outside the cloak.

While inside the magic cloak, he placed his hand on the crystal in his pocket.

(End of this chapter)