Omir didn't speak, he just kept staring at the Night Army's announcement, lost in Thoughts of Longing.
The Major quieted down a bit; he knew Omir's habits.
This General appeared gentle and polite on the surface, but when it came to war, he was ruthless and firm—definitely not someone who was cowardly or afraid.
The others also watched Omir, whether to advance or retreat, waiting for his decision.
At that moment, Omir lifted his head and took a deep breath.
"How much information do we have on the Dragon Island Night Army?"
One of the Colonels stepped forward to report loudly.
"General, the Dragon Island Night Army is a newly emerged armed force near the South Pacific; they're all fresh recruits who have never fought in a large-scale battle."
"The Great White Bear Mercenaries suffered such a huge defeat, directly related to Alang Military's missile troops and the Flying Gold Mercenary Corps in the desert."
Omir nodded, finally making his decision.
