Chapter 52 The Intention of the Jackal

Ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye, and Ictor ordered Genil to start pointing out the time of discovery of various markers. Fortunately, due to the close time distance, the time of discovery of most markers was relatively accurate.

Moreover, Genil can also judge the approximate time based on the smell of feces and urine, not limited to the time when the smell is discovered. It is said that this is a skill he developed based on his accumulated experience.

As a result, Iket was finally able to make a more accurate analysis by integrating intelligence from all parties.

"I'm sorry, Miss Maria, please take the irrelevant people out."

Regardless of whether his results are published or not, the fewer people who hear about the subsequent analysis, the better.

"I understand, Lord."

After Maria finished speaking, she led the rat and the maids out of the meeting hall under the supervision of the knight's attendants.

Iket then took a deep breath and announced to everyone present:

"Everyone, the strategic intentions of the Jackals have been determined. This is not an ordinary inquiry. They are uniting and may have formed an alliance to seize territory!"

The reason is actually very simple. The earliest smell came from the direction of the highlands. There was not only the smell of jackals there, but also some smell of blood.

"And Aris, you have to understand that there is no supply line in Windsor now! I can no longer provide experienced soldiers to protect your convoy, and buying and selling food will deplete the last reserves of the territory in the future!

These things were not difficult to analyze, and he soon had the answer.

The initial attack on the convoy was probably intentional. If they win, they can plunder food for the tribe. If they lose, they can also reduce the number of mouths to eat.

"Yes! Clan leader! Our loving clan is thirsty for blood! As long as you give an order, all the ratmen are willing to fight for you!"

What he needs most now is time. No matter what, he must find a way to control the time of the Jackal's invasion so that the attacker can follow the defender's lead.

Yaro also quite agrees with this plan.

"But don't worry, no matter how large the number of jackals are, they will never exceed two thousand, and the actual number of troops they can mobilize is only about 400 at most."

Ickert said, which made the atmosphere in the chamber even heavier.

Coupled with their behavior of retreating when their numbers were reduced to a certain number, Iket was able to determine that they were most likely the entire strength of a tribe, and then he could relatively accurately infer the number of people in a tribe.

In order to figure out how to break the situation, Ikot needs to know when the Jackals will launch an attack, needs to know their organizational methods and food mobilization capabilities, and needs to comprehensively consider all factors.

Being able to make this judgment is thanks to the tide of the undead. As jackals who have lived here for three years, the fact that they are still alive means that the jackals have enough experience in dealing with it.

Iket's tone was excited. After deducing it, it was difficult. It was too difficult. There were only two or three big cats and kittens in the leadership. The army that was finally formed was scattered into a large number of new recruits, and it was impossible to regain combat effectiveness in a short period of time.

Iket began to think about how to break this situation of neglecting both military and production.

Ictor once again analyzed that if every tribe had that size, one Highland Gnoll alone would be enough to organize hundreds of Gnoll warriors.

If each tribe wants to conduct reconnaissance on its own territory, the reconnaissance time of each major tribe should not be so hierarchical.

"One thousand!"

As for the suggestions of his subordinates, Ickert completely disagreed, because this approach would make Ickert lose the most important thing in military struggle-the initiative!

After a long time, Aris suggested:

"Lord, although I also want to resume production as soon as possible, there are too many enemies right now! Let's focus on the military!"

There was a lot of noise when Ictor first came to the territory, and the dimensional lightning cannon did shoot very far, but as far as the tropical rainforest was concerned, it was still impossible to see clearly in the lowlands.

"It's not certain whether those undead will break out again in the coming year. The legendary necromancer may be hiding somewhere now, staring at us day and night!"

"You guys want to fight, which is good, but have you noticed that if the territory is fully prepared for war, it is almost the same as putting a nose ring on the jackals!"

After taking all factors into account and using all the available productive forces in the territory, Ictor was already aware of Windsor's counterattack policy.

Such a large tribe requires a wide living space. There are at most five in the highlands, and further away are other territories, where their human compatriots are also active.

The final scent location plus date table reflects the activities of these gnoll tribes.

Their tribe should be deeper in the deep forest, and they should not be the second group to arrive.

The situation was already clear. The Highland tribes took the lead and notified most of the Gnoll tribes from west to east.

After hearing what Ictor said, Yaro was immediately shocked.

After four hundred ratmen joined, his military power was a bit too much.

Moreover, the tribes who come to check should be mainly highland tribes, because tribes in other areas are in the lowlands and have worse visibility.

Especially for the southern tribes, the forests near Windsor are too narrow and long, and fall within the traditional sphere of influence of the undead.

Genil rarely reached a consensus with Yaro, and he was also looking forward to controlling a larger army.

"In this way, they have the final say when the gnolls attack! And we can only waste a lot of time waiting in the territory, even if we are just surviving, this is not the way to live!"

However, his move not only failed to strengthen his impression in Iket's mind, but actually made Iket realize that he urgently needed a Rat Number 2 to curb Genil's momentum, or prepare a more advanced binding contract for him.

Taking into account the attrition caused by the undead and out-of-town activities, ideally, he should only have to deal with a total of about a thousand gnolls, and the combat power he faces should be about 300 young and middle-aged gnolls.

With the current strength of the territory, if they attack directly, they will suffer heavy losses no matter what.

So what if we win in the end? We will still have no place to die!"

Information transmission takes time. Things like tribes will be separated by a considerable distance in order to ensure that the surrounding resources are enough for the tribe to survive.

But even so, it is still unable to withstand such a large number of troops in the early stage when the territory's combat effectiveness has not yet recovered.

Iket's words made everyone present look solemn. The territory has not even sown the seeds yet and is in danger of being attacked. This is really true.

"Not only that, we were attacked by gnolls on the way to Windsor. That tribe can invest nearly a hundred gnoll warriors at one time, and the number of gnolls around the territory may be around a thousand."

"Master, we are currently well-equipped. If we start training the army in time, we should be able to fight! As for food, I can lead the caravan to purchase supplies, which should be able to survive this period of time."

Two people and one mouse, you look at me, I look at you, they know that Ictor naturally wants a way to get the best of both worlds, but to be honest, they can't think of it.

The second batch of smells was later discovered in the riverside forest, and finally came the witness report from the forest on the other side.

Asking him to take these things and gain a foothold on the dangerous front line? Mudd, he needs a system so much!

But to say that all is lost, Ickert thinks it is far from possible.

"Yes, this is just a conservative estimate, and it does not include the gnolls on the other side of the river. After all, the highland forest is indeed vast and fertile."

Snap!

Having made up his mind, Ictor slammed the table, which frightened the two people in the meeting room and quickly stood up straight.

Iket took in a breath of fresh air, exhaled all the dirty air happily, and ordered:

"Open the warehouse! Prepare to distribute all weapons!"

"Yes, Lord Lord!"
Chapter completed!