When the Emperor uttered these words, the ministers fell silent. Everyone clearly understood the current situation; there was absolutely no army in the Northern Region capable of fighting a battle. If there was any, it would be Peter Brown's army that everyone still couldn't comprehend, but it had to be used.
"Your Majesty, with the defeat of the Northern Army Corps, the situation has become extremely delicate across various fronts. It's very challenging to draw troops from different regions to the north. The best course is local recruitment."
"Your Majesty, a seasoned Marshal must be dispatched; the situation in the north must not be further disrupted."
The ministers were deeply concerned about the situation in the north.
The Emperor was clearly unwell. Even while sitting, he leaned at an angle on the chair, his eyes half-closed, appearing as if in a daze.
After a while, the Emperor inquired, "Who is willing to go?"
