"However, compared to your marquisate, my Lord Marquis, they naturally have a distinct advantage."
"Even if you decide to provide support, you will be limited by the long distance and the slow marching speed of the infantry."
"It will take at least a month to march from Bordeaux City to Spirit Reef Port!"
"By the time you send the second batch of Sword and Shield Corps soldiers... Spirit Reef Port might have already fallen!"
"The second batch of Sword and Shield Corps soldiers might even fall into the enemy's encirclement..."
Mark frowned tightly and nodded subconsciously.
He knew that what Doyle was saying made some sense.
Mark asked, "Do you mean, Doyle the Garrison Commander, that I should abandon Spirit Reef Port? Abandon the Sword and Shield Corps soldiers in Spirit Reef Port?"
"They are all family soldiers of the Ducas Clan!"
He felt Mark's tone become a bit heavier.
Doyle bowed slightly as a salute, explaining without arrogance.
"My Lord Marquis, you misunderstand."
