Chapter 467: Disagreement

Just as Lin Rui and the others struggled to hold on to their lives, the Red Baron was waiting for Delia to arrive in his marching tent.
Delia finally came, dressed in a white African robe, and walked down from the soft sedan chair carried by several blacks. The smile was hearty, and the sceptre in his hand, which symbolized the Mavor kingship, was shining.
When he got off the sedan chair, he knelt down behind him. According to tradition, the Mavor people worship the royal heir as a god's heir. Behind him, two young women with fans followed. It's totally a king style.
But when Delia walked into the tent, the two women behind him were blocked by a cold-faced secret society soldier.
The Red Baron was sitting in the tent drinking coffee. Leah mocked, "You have finally arrived, my lord."
Delia smiled faintly, "It's nice to meet you, my baron. But you also know that those are for outsiders and I will always be your loyal subordinates."
"I never want anyone's loyalty, because I know that this loyalty will eventually become a betrayal. So I don't want loyalty. But the secret society needs the loyalty of everyone for the normal operation of the organization." Red Baron Leah said slowly. "So can you explain to me why when I asked you to fight against Gure and the Mavor army in the eastern provinces, you retreated repeatedly, even several times without fighting."
Delia's face changed slightly, and he smiled and said, "Baron, you must have misunderstood."
"I didn't misunderstand you, but our organization has begun to misunderstand you. And even if it is a misunderstanding, I am waiting for you to clarify. I give you such a chance." Red Baron Leah said.
"Okay. I have to say that Gure is too tricky. Although he has only more than 3,000 people, they are veterans who have experienced battlefields. They were recruited from the armies of several neighboring countries. And these countries are not only I have acquiesced to this behavior, and continue to provide him with other aspects of support. A large number of arms and weapons are even enough to form a mechanized division." Delia sighed, "You know, my people are just armed civilians. No matter how professionally trained you are, you will not be able to fight against the coalition forces of Gure and Marvo on the basis of a passion for restoration."
"So you retreat without fighting, which seriously affects our plan." Red Baron said with a gloomy expression.
"I said it was a helpless move. The situation at the time was that I could not bear too many casualties. Because our early operations were very successful. We have made a considerable number of Mawo people believe that the military government is the source of their misfortune. Only by returning to tradition, can I get real relief by relying on King Mawo. That's why I can gather people and let the civilians stand with me." Delia explained.
"Does this have anything to do with your disobedience?" The Red Baron said coldly.
"If I carry out your orders, I must fight Gulei decisively in the Northeast Battlefield. Then these people under me will be fatally hit, and the trust and courage that I have just gathered will be hit hard. Everyone is full of them. Hopefully, he devoted himself to the restoration of King Marvo, but was immediately wiped out. This would be a fatal blow to their enthusiasm. I cannot take this risk, so I ordered the retreat." Delia sighed.
"According to you, you ran away all the way, but it strengthened their confidence to follow you?" The Red Baron mocked.
"Of course, although Gure and the Mawar warlords are pressing harder, the Mawar military is actually very weak in local control. I went all the way west, and many areas not under the control of the Mawar warlords will be thrown at us. It's like a snowball, and it will eventually roll bigger and bigger. Until I expand enough to fight Gure and others." Delia explained, "It's safer than confronting them head-on."
"Indeed, people join you everywhere you go, which will make your supporters more support you. After all, you will always be the appeal of the royal family, and you have avoided the danger of being hit. The actual situation is that you A lot of people were lost during the escape, so you are forcibly recruiting soldiers along the way to replenish your strength." Red Baron shouted sharply.
"So what? I have at least a team of more than 3,000 people in my hand, a large number of weapons, and not much loss." Delia said slowly.
"But your accelerated retreat made me extremely difficult here. The retreat trajectory of the Marvo army with you has judged your retreat route in advance and fortified in Naraner. My people have been fighting fiercely here for a few days. There are countless deaths and injuries." Red Baron said coldly, "Do you think this responsibility has nothing to do with you?"
"I think, this really has nothing to do with me?" Delia's eyes flickered, "After all, it is not me who undertakes the task of attacking Naraner."
"Yes, it is my responsibility to attack Naraner. However, due to your early defeat, you have caused a great loss here. And originally all this should not have happened." Red Baron shouted sharply.
"Okay, Baron. Let's put aside these disputes. Let's face the current problems together, how do you plan to take Naraner?" Delia waved his hand.
"There is no offensive action, because an hour ago, we had missed the final opportunity. If we can take Narenal an hour ago, we may be able to use Naraner to deploy defenses and then resist Gure's attack. But it's too late now. I have already ordered that all of our people retreat." Red Baron said coldly.
"What, it's impossible!" Delia said in surprise, "Are you going to abandon the attack on Naraner, or even the entire plan to control the output of the Marvo uranium mine? This is the decision of the organization."
"Now this decision has changed." The Red Baron said coldly, "If this kind of war continues, it will be a trade without making money. We don't care if you are a royal family. We don't care about you and those warlords, who will Domination on this land. We are actually very simple. Everything is business for the secret society. Cost and profit are what the secret society cares about. Once we have to pay much more than the profit. Naturally, I have the right to quit."
"But we haven't lost yet!" Delia snapped.
"I have lost. I can't take Naren'er before Gulei arrives. Because we are already in the quagmire of urban street fighting. Street fighting is the best choice for the weak to deal with the strong. It is a real war meat grinder. , It is slaughter. The winner and the loser will lose staggeringly." Red Baron shouted sharply.
"But we can have an advantage in numbers and equipment." Delia shouted.
The Red Baron sneered, "In Grozny, Russia, a small land, the Chechen armed forces blocked the 120,000 Russian army with advanced tanks and gunships with a crowd of 30,000. The corpses were beaten across the field for two months. Helpless Russian President Vladimir Putin later ordered to smash Grozny, but this small town became an eternal pain in the hearts of Russian soldiers.
This is street fighting, and the number and weapons will be limited. The offensive and defensive sides will fight in a state of extreme inequality. The attacker never knows that a cold gun will be fired in that corner, nor that a bomb will be encountered on which street. Unfortunately, I cannot let the secret society suffer any more losses. "