Bancrolo spent nearly half an hour explaining the tactic he had conceived in detail to the military staff.

After listening to Bancrolo's story, the military staff were all dumbfounded.

"Mr. Bancrore..." A military adviser widened his eyes, "This... no one has ever used this method to defend the city in history..."

"Mr. Bancrore... Can this tactic work..."

Military staff raised objections and their own questions.

As soon as they finished speaking, Bancroo said angrily:

"It is because I don't know whether this tactic is feasible that I ask you to collect these important information and then study whether this tactic is feasible."

Speaking of this, Bancrolo's expression gradually became serious.

"Everyone, do you know what is the biggest disadvantage that our 'war faction' has to face when we 'respecting the 'restraint'?"

"The biggest disadvantage we have to face is that our 'war faction' cannot come up with an effective way to defend Pandragon!"

“When the 'Lord's Retreat' people asked us: How we plan to defend Pandragon, we could only be speechless or change the subject.”

"I can't come up with an effective way to defend Pandragon - this is the fatal point of our 'main war faction'!"

"If this problem is not solved, we will definitely not be able to defeat the 'master withdrawal'!"

"So, no matter what, we must come up with a reliable tactic that can convince the 'the Lord's withdrawal' and persuade His Highness to make up his mind to defend Pandragon!"

"At present, Pandragon's garrison is extremely weak. If we follow the conventional style of defending the city and defending the walls of Pandragon, our military strength will not last long."

"If you want to defend Pandragorn before Su Cheng leads the Knights of Michael back, the only possible way to succeed is to use the tactic I just told you."

"I also know that no one has ever used this tactic to defend the city in history."

"However, only this tactic can make it possible to gain enough time for the Knights of Michael to come!"

"There is no historical experience to learn from, so we can only rely on ourselves to slowly explore whether this tactic is feasible and how this tactic is implemented."

Bancrole looked at the military advisers in front of him with a serious face.

The eyes slid across their faces one by one.

"Whether Pandragon's survival or death will be decided by us, in this study."

"Everyone, are you willing to help me?"

After Bancrolo's words fell, the military advisers standing in front of Bancrolo looked at each other.

Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you. They used their eyes to communicate.

Gradually, as the eyes continued to communicate, the confused and hesitant expression on their faces slowly disappeared.

What followed was a sense of firmness.

"Mr. Bancrore." Finally, one person spoke, "I wish you will follow me."

"Me too."

"There are the officials."

"I just said that as long as I can hold Pandragon, I will do anything."

...

The six military staff members all looked at Bancrolo with firm eyes, expressing their willingness to fight side by side with Bancrolo to the end.

Bancrolo moved his eyes again and swept the faces of these six colleagues who had worked with him for many years.

After sweeping these six determined faces one by one with their eyes, Bancrolo's mouth slightly raised, revealing a little smile.

"Since that's the case, then work quickly without further ado. Give me a map of Pandragon's town and sewer map!"

"yes!"

After the military advisers "swept" all the bookstores in Pandragorn, they handed them all the maps of the town and sewer maps of Pandragorn that they bought to Bancro.

After briefly reading each map, Bancrole picked out the most detailed one from it and spread it on the long table in front of him.

Under Bancrolo's command, various military staff cooperated with Bancrolo to carry out their respective work.

"Give me the paper and pen and ink that are placed there! Oh, and the ruler and compass over there!"

"yes!"

"You mark out all sewer exits in Pandragon!"

"yes!"

"You circle all the buildings that are higher than 3 floors in Pandragon!"

"yes!"

"You are responsible for drawing all the stone avenues in Pandragon with red lines!"

"yes!"

...

...

Britannian Empire, Rhineland Plains, Frankish land forces, this formation.

General Walter von Zimmermann, commander-in-chief of the Nibelungen Project and commander of the 2nd Fortress, was sitting upright in the tent of the formation.

Also sitting in the tent of this formation were the commander of the 1st formation - General Bazer von Rudendolf, as well as other senior generals in the army.

The reason why they all sat upright in the tent of the formation was not because they were gathering, but because they were all waiting for the battle report on the front line.

Until now, they have been besieging Issel's remnants for a while.

In order to test whether Issel's remnants had exhausted their supplies, when it was dawn today, Walter ordered a general attack on Issel's remnants trapped in the encirclement.

At this time, they were gathered in the tent of our formation, waiting for the report on the front line to come.

Walter sat on a folding stool, holding his arms, closing his eyes to recuperate, while waiting for the messenger to report the specific battle situation on the front line.

A small folding bench - this thing is one of the special equipment of the Frank army.

Looking at the entire continent, only the armies of the Frank Empire and the Frank Empire would use this small folding stool.

The rest of the countries, such as the Britannian Empire, and the Holy Sheran Empire, used ordinary chairs.

In fact, over the years, some voices have appeared inside the Britannian Empire, calling on the central government to order the study of the Frank Empire and promote this small folding stool in the army, because this folding stool is not only small enough, but also foldable, so it is very easy to carry compared to ordinary chairs.

Even the commander-in-chief of the Nibelungen Project was silent, and the other generals naturally did not dare to overtake and made a sound.

Everyone was in silence, waiting for the frontline battle reports to come.

Finally, there was a sound of footsteps from far to near outside the tent.

Then, the notice from the guards outside the tent sounded:

"Chief! There is a messenger requesting to enter!"

As soon as the guard finished speaking, Walter suddenly opened his eyes:

"Let him in!"

"yes!"

The curtain of the big tent was lifted.

A messenger with a lot of dust on his body walked into the tent.

After entering the tent, the messenger directly reported to Walter and the generals in the tent:
Chapter completed!