"Is this your tactic?" Greema sneered, "It took half a year to siege Carlyle City?"

"Yes, this is probably our only chance of winning." Faramir said: "If you fight head-on, the Dragon Slayer will not be afraid of us at all."

Phoenix asked, "Then why didn't he attack us?"

Faramir said: "I have considered this issue for a long time. I think he may not really want to fight us, but if we attack them, he will definitely not give up."

Greema shook his head, "Master Faramir, Lord Saruman is very urgent now. The order he gave me is that within three days, he must take down Carlyle City."

Faramir said coldly: "Three days? Impossible. If he was defeated by the Dragon Slayer within three days, it would be possible."

Greema frowned and said, "Mr. Faramir, you still don't seem to understand. This is the will of the Saint-Belgian Council!"

Faramir said lightly: "So what? If you can win this war by will, then please give the will of the Saint-Belgian Council a stronger one."

"You!" Greema said angrily: "Master Faramir, as long as we break through Carrey City, we don't have any Dragon Slayer or Snow Emperor team. We just need to break through Carrey City!"

Faramir asked in confusion: "What does this mean? As long as you break through the city of Carlyle? Isn't your Saint White Council going to kill the Dragon Slayer because of the collusion between the Dragon Slayer and the Demon Lord Sauron? According to what you meant just now, you won't take revenge on the Dragon Slayer when the Aisinger Tower was bombed?"

Greema said: "Those don't matter! Our Saint White Council, as long as you break through the gates of Carlyle City, you don't even need to encircle it. It doesn't matter where the people of Carlyle City are willing to run."

Faramir frowned and said, "This makes me confused. This war is aimed at Lord Dragon Slayer, but you don't even ask to defeat Lord Dragon Slayer, just break through the city of Carlyle? Why? What is in the city of Carlyle?"

Greema shrugged, "It's nothing, anyway, this is the order of the Saint White Council. In the city of three days, break the Carlyle."

Faramir thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "Sorry, I can't do it."

Greema said anxiously: "Master Faramir, you have 20,000 elite soldiers in your hand. How could you not even break the gate of a broken city?"

Faramir said: "Of course I can break through, but I will pay a very heavy price for casualties."

Greema said coldly: "So what? The will of the Saint-Belgian Council must be implemented. This is a matter related to the entire Middle-earth world! Lord Faramir, I still have a right in my hand you may not know! If you insist on not accepting the Saint-Belgian Council order, then I have the right to temporarily change the coach!"

Faramir frowned, "What did you say?"

Greema took out a magic edict from his hand, "I did not lie to you, this is the order of the Holy White Council! Even if your father is here, he must accept it!"

Faramir said coldly: "You have made a big mistake."

Greema said coldly: "Just say it, would you like to attack Carlyle City immediately?"

Faramir said: "No, this will lose a lot of people. Believe me, the safest way is to clear out the dark forest and encircle it in three ways, not to fight directly, but to trap Carlyle City. Although this will take three months to half a year, as long as we do not make mistakes during this period, we can defeat the Dragon Slayer."

"What I want is Carlyle City! Not a dragon slayer! This is Lord Saruman, no, it is a dead order issued by the Saint White Council!" Greema said coldly: "Well, since you are so passive and lazy, you don't need to command it! Commander Phoenix! Can you guarantee to break through the city of Carlyle City within three days?"

Phoenix opened his mouth and whispered: "If I give me 20,000 troops, I can break through it in one day."

"Okay, the command of this joint force is now yours." Greema said loudly.

"Ah? This..." Phoenix looked at Faramir in horror.

You should know that the commander of this army is Faramir! Under such circumstances, Faramir can directly seize the military power of Faramir, and Faramir can completely execute them on the charge of mutiny.

Faramir said coldly: "Master Greema, the United Army is not your army, what you say doesn't count."

"Is that right?" Greema said coldly: "I didn't want to say that, but since you refuse to give up the power of military service, I'll take it out and make you convinced."

As he said that, Greema took out a piece of letter paper and showed it to Faramir.

Faramir took it and saw that it turned out to be his father's notes.

In the letter, his father clearly stated that all the troops were handed over to the Saint-Belgian Council for management, while Faramir was only in military command.

In other words, when to fight and how to fight, it is all decided by the people of the Saint-Bai Council, and he, the commander, cannot make the decision at all.

Win, the credit is from the Parliament of Saint-Belgium.

If you lose, the responsibility is his.

Faramir was very heartbroken. He did not expect that in order to get the position of regent, his father actually used him and 20,000 other soldiers as tools.

One general succeeds and thousands of bones are woven.

Faramir suddenly felt a little discouraged.

He had no hope of winning this war, and now he is even more unbelievable that he can win.

"Okay." Faramir returned the letter to Greema and smiled bitterly.

Greema said proudly: "How is it? Lord Faramir, are you convinced now? If you do what I said, we will be at peace, but if you insist on not sending troops directly, I will use the power given to me by the Holy White Council."

Faramir said coldly: "Then you use your power. I will insist that besieging Carlyle City is the only way to defeat the Dragon Slayer. Since you want to achieve quick results, I have to give way."

Greema sneered, "You are really stubborn enough. OK, then, the new commander is you, Lord Phoenix."

Phoenix trembled all over, "Master Greema, please don't make such jokes! How can I be the commander!"

He was just a commander of a border fortress, with only 2,000 people under his command. Now, he was asked to command 20,000 people and the army. Just thinking about it, he felt his scalp numb and his breathing was difficult.

What's more, he is equivalent to seizing military power from Faramir. It would be strange if Faramir didn't hate him to death!

"I think, why don't you forget it?" Phoenix said in a low voice.

He just wanted to find a thigh to hug him, but he didn't even want to be a thigh himself.

Greema slapped the table heavily, "Why, even you, the commander of the fortress, are you afraid to fight? Humph, I can't punish Lord Faramir, but I can punish you! Believe it or not, I will directly execute you on the charge of passive and lazy warfare!?"
Chapter completed!