Luke paused. He picked up a large blue flag representing the main force of the Thunder Dragon Duchy and pushed it forward, shoving it right up against the golden flag that represented the Fiery Sun Kingdom's main camp.
It was an overtly aggressive gesture.
"But…"
Luke's tone shifted as his finger moved to the Nu River.
"To cross the river, we need a stable bridgehead. This current fight for the floating bridges is causing too many casualties and is far too inefficient."
The atmosphere in the tent grew heavier. Everyone knew this was the crux of the night's meeting.
"So, I need two of our sharpest spears to rip open two holes for our army, as quickly as possible."
Luke's gaze turned sharp as a knife. He first looked to the burly Count.
