Global Lord: My Undead Can Undergo Fission
Chapter 322 We Don’t Need the First Line of Defense Anymore

Chapter 322: Chapter 322 We Don’t Need the First Line of Defense Anymore

After studying it intently for a long time, Jia Siwei finally spoke up, "Martha Earl truly lives up to her reputation as a frontline commander. She has indeed presented me with a tough problem; conventional methods are simply no match."

There was no way around it, after all, she was the commander of the Noble United Army, and on the territory of the kingdom, no place was out of her reach. As long as it did not violate the nation’s laws, she could act brazenly.

Had she been stationed within her own territory, I could have raised objections.

But since she was stationed outside my territory, without any mandatory demands for me to send troops or provide weapons and supplies, what could I say? I had no right to say anything.

Raising objections would likely give those nobles a handle against me.

Yet, here I am, stationed on my own land, unable to leave for fear of giving those nobles exactly what they want.

With the higher authorities constantly monitoring my situation, if I left, they would take just a moment to ensure I would lose my territory. At the very least, I would be subjected to severe punishment in name.

For Jia Siwei, the most important thing wasn’t this territory, but the status that came with being an Earl of the territory.

With this status, he could access various high-end and even classified information within the kingdom, which he then provided to Fang Jie. This was his greatest role.

Once he lost this status, he would no longer be able to access this information.

Thus, Jia Siwei couldn’t leave; he couldn’t appear too incompetent. If he did, how could he face trying to gain control of the vast territories of the Blue Sand Kingdom? No one would want to entrust him with such a responsibility.

Even though Fang Jie might not give him such a vast territory, at least a part of it could be possible.

So, he had to persevere. Jia Siwei furrowed his brow tightly, pondering his options.

"The only solution now is to make the other side believe that we will not oppose them."

"Lord, what should we do? The other side probably won’t believe us."

"Send someone to proactively explain our situation and tell them our thoughts. Also, we’ll abandon the first line of defense." Jia Siwei drew a large cross over it on the map.

At this, everyone began to look at Jia Siwei as if he were a fool.

"Lord, how is this any different from those who voluntarily cede territory and betray their country? How did you come up with such a foolish idea?" Some bold enough even dared to question him directly.

Jia Siwei glanced over and subtly noted this person.

Then, he spoke, "You think I’m like those idiots? Wrong, I’ve never ceded land in compensation. I’m merely giving up the first line of defense."

Jia Siwei pointed at the map: "By giving up here, we still have two lines of defense, which are our mainstay. The first line was largely for alert and symbolic purposes anyway; it’s too broad and not conducive to concentrating our troops."

"And between the two defensive lines, it’s just wasteland. We haven’t built there or farmed, so as long as we evacuate the civilians, it won’t serve them to occupy it."

Indeed, once the enemy left, taking it back would be easy.

It seemed, at a glance, that there was no loss of land or population, nor anything else. It was just a loss of the labor-filled achievements, such as the nearly complete surrounding border wall.

This wall was long, and during the entire spring, they had spent nearly half their labor on it.

And now to give it up seemed quite regrettable.

"Only by giving this up will they believe that we truly will not oppose them. At the same time, we can fully concentrate our forces, which will be much more difficult to deal with."

"So why don’t we just retreat?"

"That won’t do. If we retreat, the kingdom will definitely try to reclaim this territory. Once we lose the territory, it would almost be impossible for us to establish ourselves again in the New Moon Kingdom."

Everyone deeply understood this point; it was incredibly hard for commoners to become nobles.

Even though Jia Siwei’s ascent had been smooth, only a few of his men were ennobled, and even they were simply nobles in name without hereditary rights or lands.

Others had tried hard in the past but never stood a chance to receive any opportunities.

Sometimes, despite making notable contributions, the nobles would simply ignore them and brush them off with some trivial compensation.

Considering this, everyone immediately felt that withdrawing would result in an even greater loss.

"I understand, but is retreating just a little bit useful?"

"Of course, it matters, as it’s about the attitude. Moreover, by giving up the first line of defense, on the surface, a major portion of our territory will appear undefended. This essentially means we’re giving up a significant area, giving the enemy ample space to react."

"Puppet troops are not fast enough; as long as we conceal our flying troops, we will become that tough nut to crack that is neither threatening nor attractive for anyone to bother with."

Everyone considered the enemy’s perspective, and it seemed to make sense.

Put in their shoes, they wouldn’t be eager to strike at such useless targets either.

Once the full-scale war erupted, they wouldn’t care about these minor border areas.

"Alright, we’ll go inform the other side now."

Jia Siwei quickly stopped their action: "Wait, don’t go now; wait until their army is near. Otherwise, I’m afraid Martha Earl will learn of our movements and may respond."

Jia Siwei didn’t underestimate the nobles of this world, archaic as their lifestyles might appear. In reality, within their fields of expertise, they were second to none.

Now, since the other side was in the dominating position, allowing them time to react could lead to unpredictable outcomes.

"So who should we send to deliver this message?" Everyone’s eyes wandered; this task was highly dangerous. Whoever went couldn’t absolutely guarantee their safety.

"Of course, we won’t send our own people; we’ll use the natives," Jia Siwei said nonchalantly.

Many displayed mysterious smiles, but internally, Jia Siwei sighed in resignation. While he trusted his compatriots more, he knew the character of these peace-born people all too well.

For everyday matters, they were reliable, but for life-threatening matters, who knew what they might think.

Should they mishandle this, it would ultimately be his misfortune, and in this, Jia Siwei had no faith in them.