When all tactics were dismissed one by one, and silence was about to engulf the conference hall...
A young voice echoed from the corner: "Why not try my thod?"
Everyone turned their heads in unison.
The owner of the voice was a young man sitting in an inconspicuous corner.
He wore a simple dark gray military uniform, without any insignia of rank.
Only the Red Tide Territory badge on his cuff, known by few, indicated his identity.
"Louis?" A staff officer from the Cold Iron Legion whispered.
Duke Edmund’s son-in-law, the young Viscount of the North.
"I have a kind of magic explosion device," Louis stood up slowly, his tone calm, "that can effectively damage the shell of the Nest. I’ve tried it several tis in battle, and it works wonders on the Nest."
The air instantly filled with a subtle hesitation and... light laughter.
"Oh? A magic explosive bullet that can pierce the Nest’s armor?" A political advisor, dressed in a custom-made military uniform from the Imperial Capital with a short beard, chuckled lightly, "Where did you dig up this Ancient Divine Artifact?"
Before he finished speaking, a few political advisors had already started whispering, occasionally uttering light phrases:
"Just showing off, the Governor has really misjudged."
"Are the disciples of the Eight Great Clans really this diocre now?"
"...The Northern Lands are indeed barren, even such tactical fantasies have grown there."
"I thought we would hear so real strategies."
So of them even showed undisguised mocking expressions.
To them, Louis was just a young nobleman, relying only on his birth, with no experience to show.
And now he dared to interrupt in this top-level strategic eting?
He was rely trying to attract attention, capturing everyone’s gaze.
Yet, Louis, under everyone’s gaze, remained unfazed.
"I’m not joking." Louis said with neither fear nor arrogance.
Hearing Louis’s confident words, the mocking voices diminished sowhat, but few still believed him.
At this mont, Duke Edmund spoke slowly: "So, you have a ready explosive device, and you know it can effectively penetrate the Nest’s shell?"
"Yes." Louis nodded.
Duke Edmund gazed intently at Louis standing there.
He stared at the young man, as if trying to discern any trace of deceit or flaw in his calm expression.
Unfortunately, there was none.
Louis stood there still, without even a hint of urgency to prove himself.
In Edmund’s mind, countless mories about Louis surfaced involuntarily.
This young man never relied on boasting to earn anyone’s trust.
He simply turned every promise into fulfillnt.
Moreover, he was indeed one of the few in the Northern Territory who kept the tide of corpses at bay.
Even if this explosive device sounded absurd...
In the current situation, anything useful is a good thing.
"...Even if there’s only a one percent chance," Edmund slowly spoke, breaking the silence, "in the current circumstances, it’s useful."
He looked at the recording officer beside him, his tone steady: "Include Louis’s explosive proposal in this operation plan as a backup plan. Let Louis himself coordinate the resources and lead the implentation."
Upon hearing this, a subtle atmosphere quietly spread in a corner of the hall, so political advisors from the Imperial Capital even couldn’t bother to hide their disdain, snorting softly, their expressions full of contempt.
"Heh... Just trying to save face for his son-in-law, isn’t it?"
So lightly shook their heads, wearing an expression of "as expected."
"Well, even if it fails, it won’t hinder the battle, just scratching the Nest."
So even smirked ambiguously, as if finally understanding why the Duke inserted such a seemingly odd order.
And Louis?
He said nothing, simply exhaled silently in his heart.
Not just for the military rit, position, and prestige about to be in his grasp.
But more so to... quickly end the hatching of that Nest, to end that silently expanding "Hell’s Mouth."
The war shouldn’t drag on too long.
Frost Halberd City’s resources couldn’t last that long, the people of the Northern Territory couldn’t last that long, and even the will of the Knights... couldn’t last that long.
So now it’s ti.
It’s ti to let this world see what true explosive art is.
With this little interlude, the eting briefly returned to calm.
But the atmosphere had quietly changed.
No longer was it the intense confrontation as before, nor were there any more passionate words.
Because no one had a better thod.
Ti was running short, resources were depleting, yet the enemy still lingered outside the city walls, piecing together revival, hatching hell.
This is a war without choice.
"Since that’s the case," Duke Edmund opened his mouth slowly, his voice deep and resolute, "execute according to the plan now."
"Advance with the Dragon Blood Legion, target the core of the Nest."
"First try Louis’s magic explosive bullet..." He paused, "If it fails, switch to the self-destructive tactic."
When he finished speaking, there was no applause in the conference hall, no cheers.
Only silence.
Not doubting the decision, but because everyone knew what it ant.
"Alright, let’s proceed."
"Mobilize the troops. All units prepare imdiately."
Commanders stood up one after the other, their voices chaotic, but order was quickly restored.
Everyone devoted themselves to their duties, like a warti machine, swiftly running at full speed after a brief adjustnt period.
Even those political advisors who had derided Louis no longer spoke.
They understood, in this war, no one could win with just words.
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