Britannian Empire, Pandragon, House of Councils.

"Your Excellency! Please stop at your disposal!"

Alfra's sharp voice made Bancro's eardrum feel a tingling sensation.

Bancro silently endured Alfra's rebuke.

"When will you guys stop making trouble? We haven't wasted a second now, so we'll be more dangerous!"

Until today, whether Pandragong is to defend or abandon it - this resolution has not yet been discussed.

Although the pro-war faction was always at a disadvantage because of the delay in coming up with an effective policy of defending the city, the pro-war faction headed by Bancrot did not give in and confronted the pro-war faction headed by Aphra and Yalfret.

Life is dragging on again and again...

Bancrolo’s current purpose is actually to buy time.

Get enough time to allow the military counselors led by him to plan a perfect tactic that can hold Pandragon for a long time.

The chamber will stage a war between the main war factions and the main withdrawal factions every day.

So Bancro's days have also lived a very regular life these days.

During the day, we deal with the withdrawal personnel in the meeting hall to gain time for tactics.

At night, he worked with other military advisers to formulate tactics in his own mansion.

But no matter how much Bancrole deals, he will reach his limit.

After all, the most precious thing at present is time. Bancrolo can use his powerful words to gain temporary time for their pro-war factions, but it is impossible to gain lifetime time.

Today, the firepower of the main withdrawal personnel's attacks was extremely fierce, which made Bancro feel unprecedented pressure.

These days, Bancrole has been wasting their time, which has long been furious and exhausted from his patience.

As soon as the grain manager Aphra finished speaking, the financial manager Alfreid's voice rang out:

"Mr. Bancrolo, as far as the officials know, the officials have been summoning military counselors to their homes these days to plan the tactics that can defend Bancrolo for a long time under the fierce attack of the rebels led by Allen, right?"

"That's right." Bancrolo nodded and admitted very readily.

"Mr. Bancrore, please forgive me for your frankness--you are doing this in vain!"

"In the face of the absolute power gap, any strategy and tactics are futile!"

"Just with the only remaining garrison force in Pandragong, it is impossible to defend Pandragong under the fierce attack of Alan's more than 100,000 troops!"

"By relying on this little force to defend Pandragorn is like moving a warship to the top of the Eighar Mountains - it is impossible to do it!"

"Do you move a warship to the top of the Eighar Mountains..." Bancroo whispered and repeated Alfreid's words just now.

Then, as if I heard something interesting, I chuckled a few times.

"Okay." Bancrore said in a cheerful tone, "Then let the officials see how we moved the warship to the top of the Eighar Mountains."

Bancrore's retaliation made Alfreud blush with anger.

After snorting heavily with his nose, Alfreud turned his mind and said to Gael, who was sitting on the nine steps:

"Your Highness! Please make up your mind to give up Pandragon as soon as possible! Don't bewitched by Bancrolo and others anymore!"

"Bankro and the others are now a bunch of crazy gamblers! Crazy gamblers who plan to take the national fortune of the Britannian Empire on the gambling table!"

"Gambling?" Bancrole asked in a deep voice, "If we are crazy gamblers who take the national fortune of the Britannian Empire to the gambling table, then aren't you?"

"I intend to follow the Frank Empire more than a hundred years ago and give up the center of the empire - Pandragon. Isn't your approach to take the imperial fortune on the gambling table?"

"That's better than you crazy people who are full of fighting! At least we still have some hope of turning defeat into victory! If you adopt your proposal and defend Pandragon to the death, we will be dead!"

...

Sitting on the nine steps, Gail silently listened to the fierce quarrel between the pro-war factionists and the dismissive factionists.

Then he sighed softly with exhaustion on his face.

These days, people who feel quite a lot of pressure, and Gale.

After becoming the Regent, Gale had almost never had a good night.

Every day I am hurting the spirit of Pandragon whether to fight or retreat.

But now, after listening to so many debates between the two factions, Gale is now somewhat inclined to the proposal of the withdrawalists.

Because the pro-war faction had a very fatal point, that is, they could not come up with an effective tactic that could defend Pandragon under the fierce attack of the Allen rebels.

There is no way to come up with a tactic that can make Gael feel hopeful to defend Pandragon - this makes Gael accept the pro-war faction's claim to defend Pandragon to the death.

"Ahem."

Gail coughed twice.

After hearing Gael's two coughs, both the pro-war and the pro-remotionists closed their mouths one after another.

Turning his head, he looked at Gale sitting on the nine steps.

"Everyone."

Gale said loudly.

"Pandragon is the foundation of our country, so unless it is absolutely necessary, we must not give up Pandragon."

"But - after thinking these days, I found that now seems to be the last resort."

After hearing Gael's words, the rank-and-departures led by Aphra showed joy.

However, the faces of the pro-war faction led by Bancrolo became ugly.

"Although I don't understand the art of war," Gale said in a deep voice, "but I also understand that fighting an impossible battle is a foolish act."

"so--"

Before Gale could finish his words, Bancrolo took the lead and walked to the red carpet in the center of the chamber, then knelt on one knee.

"Your Highness!"

Bancrolo said loudly.

"Please give the officer 10 days!"

"If we fail to formulate an effective city defense plan within 10 days, we will no longer complain about giving up Pandragon!"

Originally, Gail was about to announce his abandonment of Pandragon, but Bancro suddenly jumped out to disrupt the situation.

This made Aphra, Yalfret and others grit their teeth due to resentment.

"Your Highness!" Alphrede shouted, "Please stop bewitching Bancro and the others!"

"It's because of their repeated troubles that we have wasted so much time now!"

"Every second we waste now, we have a little more danger."

"We haven't had enough time to let Bancro and the others waste another 10 days!"

As soon as Yalfreid finished speaking, other lieutenant retreaters followed and asked Gael to ignore Bancro's unreasonable request.

And Bancroo also whispered again:
Chapter completed!