"Yes." Winters patted Heinrich on the shoulder, "This is the first step to dealing with the people of Terdun. The enemy has more soldiers, we have fewer; the enemy is strong, we are weak; the enemy attacks, we defend.
We must first find ways to weaken the enemy before we can have the power to fight. Aren't you called the fire-maker? Just right to set a fire for you—The two lieutenants are doing exactly this in the no-man's land."
Xial asked with a pained expression, "What about Shovel Port? Are we just going to ignore it?"
"No need to mind it," Winters dismissed with a wave of his hand, "The town mayor of Shovel Port Town is the old soldier Dusack, with thousands of able-bodied refugees under his command. Isn't he busy training the refugees lately? With two companies of militia at hand, if they can't even block the river mouth, they might as well die early."
"If he dies, he dies, but what about the people of Shovel Port?" Xial felt uneasy, "Should we not gather our troops first?"