Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

In the city of Olly, Baron Laval, who was in charge of the rear, threw the battle report on the table and sighed helplessly.    

"Lady Dalk, we can't continue like this..."    

"What did you say?"    

Na lifted her head from the large pile of food. She was so focused on eating that she did not hear Baron Laval's words at all.    

"Oh, right. In the afternoon, I'll go and pull out another 'nail' and help me prepare my weapons and armor."    

"I'll say it! I can't continue like this!"    

Baron Laval slammed the desk hard.    

"Rush, rush, every time. This was not a war at all! Lady Dalk, what are you doing?"    

" Nothing much. It's just a war. "    

It made Na sigh and put down the drumstick in her hand.    

"Alright, I know what you want to say... but according to your original fighting style, is it really possible?"    

"Step by step, steady and steady. How can something that has been used for hundreds of years not work?"    

Baron Laval frowned.    

"Lady Dalk, on the other hand, what's the difference between charging and fighting on the street? We are the army! We are not gangsters in the city! "    

"Yes, you are the army, but how many times have you won?"    

Under Baron Laval's continuous scolding, na also became somewhat angry.    

"Apart from charging, I also charged. But I took three fortresses in two days! The total number of wounded soldiers was less than five! Yes, you have been passed down for hundreds of years, but something that has been passed down for hundreds of years must be something that can be used anywhere? "    

"You..."    

Baron Laval was speechless for a long time.    

Indeed, the battle result in front of him was more convincing than anything else. Even among the five wounded soldiers, three of them had sprained their legs because they were chasing the fleeing English Army. That was why they were considered injured soldiers. With such achievements, all his words were pale and powerless.    

"Laval... forget it. Giles, let me call you that."    

She simply pushed the plate in front of her to the side and looked straight into Baron Laval's eyes.    

" Giles, you are from a noble family. You have been in the army for so many years, and you do know how to fight a war... but do you really not know why the French soldiers can't defeat the British? "    

"Of course it is because the British can fight!"    

Baron Laval gave the answer without hesitation.    

"They have Longbow Archer! They also have stone cannons! Their army knows how to fight bravely... "    

Baron Laval was speechless.    

"Look, don't you know that too?"    

He asked Na to stretch out her fingers and break them one by one.    

"When it comes to armaments, do we lack them? We have archers too. Cannons, do we not have cannons? In terms of strategic arrangements, are our generals really any worse than the British generals? "    

"The French soldiers lack courage."    

Letting Na reach out her hand and point at Baron Laval's thumb that had not yet been pressed down.    

"The scale of the war is too great. The French soldiers are already afraid. No matter how great the advantage before the war is, when the French really face the British, they will still be afraid. Being afraid before the war, being able to use a tenth of their combat power was already good enough. You still expect them to fight?"    

" This... "    

Baron Laval fell into silence.    

He had to admit that the woman in front of him was right.    

Although no one was willing to admit it, being afraid before the battle had begun was a common disease among French soldiers. They were afraid of death, they didn't want to die, they just wanted to live a safe life, but on the battlefield, the more afraid they were of death, the faster they died. The more they wanted to escape, the more exposed their backs were to the enemy.    

Only by bravely moving forward could they exchange for a chance of survival.    

"But... fine, ms. Dalk, what you are doing now is to let the French soldiers regain their courage? Using such an unreasonable method? "    

"I do have such thoughts, but this is secondary."    

Na laughed heartily.    

"You are in charge of logistics at the back, so you should have some understanding of the soldiers... They have long lost all will to fight. If we can survive the Shunfeng War, even with military discipline, we will not be able to suppress them. So..."    

Letting Na reach out a finger.    

"We'll just beat up the Brits and be afraid of them."    

"Beat... scared?"    

Baron Laval was stunned.    

"Yes, scared is enough."    

Letting Na nod her head.    

"We no longer have any hope of surpassing our opponent, so we might as well pull our opponent to the same level as us, and then use our rich experience to defeat them... Puchi."    

Seemingly recalling something funny, na couldn't help but laugh out loud.    

"This... Is there anything funny about this?"    

Count Laval stared at the strong woman in front of him with his mouth agape.    

His thoughts were clear, his goal was clear, and it was indeed feasible to implement it.    

This woman was indeed not as simple as she looked on the surface.    

"Ah, sorry, I'm not laughing at you."    

Sensing Count Laval's unusual behavior, na quickly apologized.    

"I just thought of some interesting things. Anyway, I will handle the matters on the battlefield. Everything outside of the battlefield will be left to you. I will be the one to bear the responsibility for all the meritorious deeds. Giles, what else do you have to worry about?"    

" I... don't have any. "    

Count Laval lowered his head.    

He did not have to worry about anything. He did not need to worry about anything. As long as he did his job well, he would be able to win. How could he find such a good thing in the world... Wait a minute?    

Count Laval was stunned.    

If everyone did their job well, they would be able to win. This was clearly a normal situation.    

But... why did this seem normal, but now it seemed so abnormal?    

What in the world had gone wrong?    

"Alright, there's no need to be so nervous."    

Letting Na wave her hand and pull the plate back in front of her.    

"Let's eat first. We'll knock a nail down in the afternoon. Oh right, Giles, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Go to the kitchen and get one serving for yourself. The British left a lot of things in those fortresses. We don't need to save on food and drinks."    

"Uh... Sir, wait, there's one more thing."    

Baron Laval seemed to have thought of something.    

"I cannot go out in the afternoon. With three attacks, the British will definitely mobilize troops to catch you on the way. If you want to destroy the city, you can, but if you encounter a battle... the French soldiers might not be ready yet. So in the afternoon..."    

" No need, no need. We'll just attack normally in the afternoon. "    

After sending the last spoonful of meat soup into her mouth, na let out a satisfied sigh.    

"Since the British dare to come, we have to fight them out even more."    

"Or charge?"    

Baron Laval looked straight into Rena's eyes.    

"Yes."    

Rena nodded.    

"Charge."