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Chapter 41: St. Austen's Reinforcement (4)

"This, this... I'm really sorry that I can't respond to your expectations!"

Jungmu Tiandi really couldn't stand the look of so many people's expectations, and he said very happily that he was powerless.

"That's how..."

The expectation was not received, and all the leaders of the beast tribe showed disappointment.

In their impression, Feng Kan and the partners he led were almost omnipotent, but he never thought that in fact, everyone, including Feng Kan, was actually ordinary people like them.

No one came out to make decisions, and they seemed to be unable to do anything now.

Holding this position seems to be the only thing they can do now.

"The so-called excellent army..."

At this time, Balarica slowly walked into the crowd, and the clearly curved figure was shining on the ground by the bright flames.

"...It is an army that can correctly understand the commander's strategic intention, conscientiously implement the commander's strategic intention, and be able to accurately complete the combat tasks formulated according to the strategic intention."

Her appearance changed the entire atmosphere at the scene. The originally noisy crowd instantly became silent. The people above her direction made way for a wide open passage. The scene was like Moses, who divided the Red Sea into two in the Ten Commandments.

"This kind of army is what any literary military commander wants. So now the problem is..."

Balaleka walked through the crowd and stood in front of them. Her tall but charming figure calmly exuded a breath that was unaware of, which was an aura that was not too much to call it "ghost energy".

"Who is it on which to create such an army?"

The slowly raised eyes flashed with sharp lights, sweeping across the faces of every Beast leader present. At this time, the former Soviet female officer was like an invincible sharp sword.

“…”

Faced with such a Balarica, all the orc leaders felt a chill rising from their backs to their brains, and they all subconsciously swallowed their saliva.

The answer to the question raised by Balaraika is actually very simple. The key to forming such an army is to have excellent middle and lower-level officers. In the current situation here, it refers to the orc leaders present.

"The superiors can give instructions, and the subordinates and staff can also give advice, but it is you who make judgments and decisions at the first scene at the first stage. How to perfectly complete the tasks that must be completed in the overall situation with minimal consumption and deal with various emergencies encountered during the task execution is a question you need to consider. Regarding this, I don't think anyone will object?"

As he spoke, Balalaika turned his gaze to the old fox clan composed of three-dimensional images.

The old man did not answer her question positively. He just smiled slightly without saying a word.

This is a proof of recognition of what she said. Although the old man did not know Balalaika, the aura of a professional soldier that could not be covered by Balalaika made him easily choose to agree.

“…”

The orc leaders turned their heads in other directions, and no one looked at Balalaika. Although they had already agreed with what Balalaika said in their hearts. However, because the leaders' arbitrary actions made the Santa coalition fall into a desperate situation, they stabilized their positions with the help of Feng Kan and his group. With Balalaika's activity, they also saw the scales of command art. This made these originally arrogant and arrogant Beast Warriors lose confidence in themselves.

The cognition that rash actions will only lead to more tragic failures has been deeply rooted in their subconscious without realizing it.

“…you are afraid…”

Fear of failure.

"…The past defeat made you feel extremely humiliated..."

Don't want to fail again.

"...That kind of shame makes you feel that life is worse than death, so you can face life and death calmly before... No, maybe you think that only by fighting hard can you wash away such shame..."

All you can rely on is a bloody character.

"……but……"

Things have turned around.

“…You see the possibility of victory under someone’s leadership…”

A miraculous victory that turned the tables in a battle that must be defeated.

"... In order to hold that miraculous victory, all you can do is do nothing..."

You don’t have to think about anything, follow instructions, and obey commands. In that case, even if you fail, it is not your responsibility.

If you stop and do nothing, you will not fail again.

Do more and make more mistakes, do less and make less mistakes, and do not do well.

Since you are afraid of failure, just don’t do anything.

...

The middle and lower-level managers who have lost their self are dolls who only obey orders and pursue thorough bureaucracy. In this situation, not to mention military organizations like the army, this cannot be considered a normal and healthy state for any large-scale organization.

“…Is this really good?”

The corner of Balarica's mouth on the left side was coldly raised upwards, sneering like a Valkyrie's ridicule.

“No one never experiences failure, the problem is after failure.”

Balarica, with her head held high, looked so huge under the reflection of the blazing bonfire.

"Whether to continue to move forward as food or succumb to failure and stop moving forward, this can tell the difference in the size of a person's tools."

Raising his hand and gently stroking his front hair that was blown by the night wind, Balalaika slowly glanced at the orc warriors who were almost crushed by huge pressure.

"I stick to past failures and don't even have the courage to try again. Are you Santa men's abilities worse than me, a human woman?"

The orc leaders turned their heads at the same time and looked at Balalaika, who was so provocative, with the same bright red flames burning in the pupils of gold or silver.

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

No one refuted it, but no one admitted it so.

The orc leaders all have rich life and combat experiences. It is precisely because of their rich life and combat experience that they have enough experience to see through the essence of things.

Yes and No.

Right and wrong.

No matter how harsh the criticism is, it is right.

No matter how sweet a flattering lie is, it is wrong.

People who blindfold their eyes and ears, and only listen to what they want to hear cannot live for so long in a cruel battle.

“…I think it’s time for us to attack.”

The cold voice of Marcato broke the suffocating silence.

"Strike?"

"Don't look at me like that, I'm not crazy."

Facing the surprised gazes of other companions, Marcato patted his head.

"I didn't say I wanted to give up this position, but our past harassment and attacks have not been strong enough, and the target is not clear. It's just a simple harassment, and it has not fully utilized the advantages of the position we are in now."

"Oh? Then what do you mean?"

Turk looked at the "communication device" he had just obtained with some insight.

"Yes, now we have contacted the team where Lord Beast King is, and we can also learn about the current situation of the other brothers."

“…So that’s how it is!”

The leader of the bear clan suddenly realized and slapped his belly. No matter how he spoke or how he slapped his belly, it seemed like thunder.

"Oh! That's right! So that's it!"

The others also reacted at this time.

"Yes! We can fully cooperate with the opportunity required by other brothers to attack the enemy on the opposite side. Of course, when the situation allows, we can also ask other brothers to create more ideal attack opportunities for us!"

"Oh oh oh! That's a great idea!"

The person who was originally just vaguely in his mind had a concept clearly understood what was going on.

"That's right, I have been fooled by those bald monkeys in the past. This time I have to exert my bird's breath!"

Bald monkey (human) is a noun that has become a history. No one remembers to use this term to call humans. And there are also a few "bald monkeys" among the people present, but no one cares about these.

"Okay! The leaders of each tribe will go back and rectify their subordinates, so that the young men can eat well and sharpen their swords and axes quickly! As soon as Lord Visit's instructions arrive, teach those arrogant guys a lesson!"

““Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

The roaring roars continued to dissipate in the dark night sky for a long time, and even the sky shook.

"Aggressive defense? For these guys, it's already great to think of these."

Looking at the leaders of the beast tribe who were roaring with fists, Balalaika wrapped her left hand around her chest and her right hand naturally lit a cigarette. She was very satisfied with the results of her speech just now.

"Although I don't know your honorable name, I still want to praise you. You are such an amazing woman."

The old people of the fox clan were actually a little worried about the situation of Turke and others at that time, but all of these worries disappeared after a few words from Balalaika, and they couldn't help but frankly express their approval to Balalaika.

"It's nothing, it's because they haven't given up yet, and I won't save the people I've given up."

"You are really strict."

“It’s over-reward.”

""Oh! Oh! Oh!"""

""Oh! Oh! Oh!"""

The blazing bonfire was red, and the roars of the orcs were still echoing in the sky. Even a huge army hundreds of kilometers southeastern could hear the majestic roar. The above of this army was the white-backed and golden-patterned Saint Ostan military flag...

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