I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree-Chapter 6 - The Time Has Come (1/3)

After that, Orson informed Arthas about the military intelligence on the front lines and also told Arthas all the various problems currently faced on the front lines, without any reservation.

Arthas looked at the map, nodded, and had his own judgment about the situation on the battlefield.

However, for Arthas coming to the front lines, there was still one issue that needed to be discussed.

That was the issue of command authority over the front-line army.

Before Arthas arrived, giving command of the front-line army to Orson was acceptable, after all, Orson was appointed by Lucius.

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Arthas, as a Prince, and having already trained in the army for some time, even if Lucius were on the front lines, would have to consider whether to yield command to Arthas and let Arthas be the front-line commander-in-chief.

Seeming to consider that Orson might have this concern, Arthas smiled and then said, “Young Master Orson, you can rest assured. I have come this time as an ally to help you. Everything will be according to your command and arrangements.”

“With Your Highness’s words, I am relieved.” Orson thanked Arthas upon hearing this.

“By the way, Young Master Orson, can you tell me what is on that table?” Arthas said this, pointing to the sand table on another table.

“Ah, that’s a sand table,” Orson said.

“Sand table?”

“Yes.” Orson nodded, then explained, “What is called a sand table is marking out the main terrain around the battlefield using sand and soil. When the commander is making decisions, they can view the front-line terrain through the sand table. At that time, it will be of great help to the situation on the front lines.”

“I see...” Arthas walked to the sand table upon hearing this.

This sand table was made quite meticulously with the joint effort of mages and hunters around the battlefield, basically marking out every mountain and strategic point.

Although it could only serve as an auxiliary tool for the commander’s decisions, there was no doubt that with this assistance, the commander’s decisions would be more precise, and more strategies could be devised.

Looking at this sand table, Arthas silently committed it to memory, preparing to widely implement this technique in the Imperial Army later.

“By the way, Young Master Orson...” Arthas had an idea upon seeing this sand table.

“Please speak, Your Highness.”

“I was thinking, by having mages fly at high altitudes and record the terrain of all parts of the Empire, can we create a sand table of considerable scale?”

“...Your Highness, your idea is quite advanced,” Orson said this, a little startled inwardly.

So it seemed that the people of this world were not necessarily stupider than Orson, who possessed more knowledge. As long as Orson could propose a useful idea, they could extrapolate from that idea and make even more advantageous modifications.

According to Arthas’s idea, the Empire was vast, and the terrain in each place was different. By using the mages’ eyes in the sky to create a “microscopic” Empire, miniaturizing the entire Empire onto a sand table, if a war broke out anywhere in the Empire at that time, the commander in the central command wouldn’t even need to be present on the front lines. They could devise a series of plans using the sand table and terrain map.

Of course, in order to accurately reflect the terrain of each region, the scale of this sand table would definitely not be small.

The time required would naturally also be very long.

Having mages fly into the sky and use recording magic stones to record the surrounding terrain would take a considerable amount of time. Hiring artisans to translate the terrain onto the sand table proportionally would also take a considerable amount of time.

“Let’s discuss this after the war is over. The required expenditure is indeed a bit large,” Arthas said, ending the topic.

Then, he turned to look at Orson.

“Young Master Orson, the problems on the front lines are quite serious now, aren’t they? Although the mountains are indeed quite large, if the beastmen really burn down the mountains, wouldn’t a lot of land in the east be ruined?”

“Although the loss might not be significant for others, Young Master Orson, Antica is your territory after all. The scale of these mountains is so vast. How many people live off them? If they are all reduced to ashes in the raging fire, to rebuild...”

“Your Highness, you don’t need to worry about that point.” Orson shook his head.

Orson had long been prepared to accommodate refugees and displaced people.

In fact, after Celineina’s successful expansion of Antica City, other cities in the Antica Duchy also approached Celineina one after another, requesting her help to expand their cities as well.

These cities that had been expanded were perfect for accommodating the refugees from the east. They could even use these refugees from the east to drive the development of the western region of Antica.

In Orson’s view, the development of the Antica region was generally incomplete. If he could make good use of this wave of immigration to raise the development level of the west to the advanced level of the Empire, it would be entirely beneficial to the entire Antica Duchy.

As for the problem of the mountains being burned down and the land becoming barren...

...

Three days later, the great fire still hadn’t stopped.

The beastmen slowly advanced, following the spreading flames.

During this time, the harassment of beastmen by human mercenary guerrillas significantly decreased because their sanctuary – the mountains – had been burned down by the beastmen.

Having lost the cover of the forests, many human mercenaries had no choice but to fight the beastmen to the death, while some others remained hidden in the deep rear, not daring to move.

These past few days, the human mercenaries had lost over five thousand people, and the beastmen side had approximately the same number of losses.

This was acceptable to both sides, as the strength of the mercenaries was also stronger than that of the regular human army.

And the beastmen were quite satisfied with this brilliant decision.

Although their advance was slightly delayed, similarly, their losses were greatly reduced.

Because they marched along with the fire, the beastmen even gave themselves the nickname “Burning Legion.”

They respectfully referred to the United Chieftain Balu as the “Lord of Fire.”