After the heavy talk, Moore also announced the personnel adjustment.

Although he verbally reprimanded Claire, Moore did not really punish Claire, but instead transferred him to the Western Battalion as the highest commander of the Western Battalion.

As for Paul, who was originally in the western camp, he switched to the central camp.

Moore's personnel appointments are not too surprising to everyone.

At present, in the Overwatch League, Claire's status is second only to Moore, and with the assistance of Norman with amazing strength beside him, it is naturally impossible to sit on the cold bench.

Paul, who had been in charge of the western camp temporarily, made a mistake and nearly lost the western camp. The pot, while not entirely Paul's, doesn't continue to fit the position.

Therefore, it is most appropriate to put Claire in the western camp.

Not only can the stronger Claire and others be responsible for the security of the western camp, but also ensure Moore's absolute command. No one wants to have a deputy who can threaten him when he is in command.

Claire was expressionless, and she didn't have any idea about Moore's arrangement, although Moll had not communicated with him before, but there was still a tacit understanding between the two.

Paul was unwilling, but today on the battlefield, because of his mistakes, there was a crisis in the western camp for a while, and he did not dare to argue, and decisively accepted the arrangement.

Seeing that neither of them reacted, Moore continued to speak.

Claire sat down in her seat and yawned.

Earlier, he had fought bravely on the battlefield, and now he felt a wave of tiredness. Seeing that Moore was talking about some inconsequential things, he was even more sleepy.

I only heard Moore talk about today's casualty figures, and the other camps are all fine, mainly the people in the western camps, who were seriously damaged, with more than 1,000 dead and wounded, and more importantly, most of the grain and grass stored in the western camps were burned.

More gathered a lot of food and grass from several other camps to the western camp, and handed over some of his soldiers to Claire to take to the western camp, and this battle meeting also came to an end with some casual conversations.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency." Claire was wandering away when Malone suddenly touched his arm.

Seeing Claire's confused eyes, Malone whispered.

"My lord, Baron Moore is asking if you need any help?"

"Oooh." Claire quickly blinked a few times to make his expression look much more normal, and stood up and spoke.

"Baron Moore is right, we should be united and obey the command, as long as we all work together, the final winner of this battle must be ours."

After speaking, Claire sat down and asked Malone softly.

"What did you just say?"

Moore on the side, the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching, and the other barons were also holding back their laughter.

Moore didn't have a good seizure, but he just stared at Claire again, and then said:

"Since Baron Claire doesn't need anything to help with, let's do this for now, let's disperse first, and I'll have a private chat with Baron Claire."

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone left, Claire also understood what had just happened, and touched her nose a little embarrassedly, but she didn't care.

In fact, he didn't feel the need for any extra help. The guns Claire wanted, Moore couldn't conjure up for him.

After seeing that the people in the field were almost gone, only Moore and Claire were left, Moore slowly walked to the chair next to Claire, slowly walked down, and asked with concern.

"What's wrong? Tired? ”

"It's a little." Claire rubbed her forehead and yawned.

"It's hard work, two hundred horsemen chased Walter and slashed, killing more than a thousand, this record has been spread, and we have another famous general in Trois-Rivières City." Moore didn't joke, but said seriously.

"Alright, alright." Claire shook her head. "Don't say this kind of thing, just those newly recruited people, don't talk about me, just change a knight, you can take two hundred elite cavalry to cut seventy or eighty thousand, I have a few catties and a few taels in my heart."

Of course, Moore also knew what Claire's "results" were today, and he also smiled.

"Anyway, after all, this win today will at least boost morale.

But..."

"But what?" Claire was a little puzzled, Moore probably wanted to say that he violated discipline by playing without permission.

Moore glanced at Claire meaningfully and hesitated. "But I always feel that everything is not right today."

"Not quite right?" Claire was a little dazed.

"Hmm." Moore nodded, and with a wave of his hand, several guards held up the map and came to Claire and Moore's side.

"Walter made a name for himself in the war in the north, and he was definitely a good leader in battle. It's just that today's tentative offensive performance, I can't be sorry for his performance. ”

"You mean?" Claire was even more puzzled, he was really not very good at military affairs, and in his previous life, the empire ruled a universe, and he had never fought at all.

Moore didn't answer directly, but looked at Bart standing next to Claire and asked softly.

"I've also heard the name of Commander Barth, and I want to ask Commander Bart, if you are the commander of the other side and you want to test the defensive strength of our various camps, what will you do?"

"Isn't that easy?" Bart pointed to the map and clicked casually. "I will send elite troops to attack the camps one by one, and judge the strength of the camps by the battle damage. At the same time, I will also set up an ambush, and if there are reinforcements from other camps, I will surround and send reinforcements. ”

As soon as Bart said this, Claire's gaze fell on the map again.

Although from a distance, it seems that several camps of the Watch Alliance are connected together, but in fact, the distance between each camp is not short, and this distance is enough for the enemy to divide and surround it.

Can Walter, a well-regarded player, know the right way to turn a tentative attack into such a flawed one?

Seeing Claire's thoughtful expression, Moore waved his hand, motioned for his men to withdraw the map, and asked softly. "What did Baron Claire think?"

"This Baron Walter, a famous general praised by everyone, is his real purpose to weaken the original lords of the middle reaches of the Tirin?"

Claire's first reaction was that this was a political battle, commonly known as a tacit battle, and the territory in the middle reaches of the Tilling River was given by Count Marcus for his son, but the barons under him didn't know that there was such a battle.

And the Count of Marcus didn't want his reputation to be damaged, and he was also under pressure from his vassals, so he sent the famous general Walter to act.

It's just that there still seems to be something wrong with this. This play is a bit fake, hey, I can see it on my side, can't the baron on the other side see it?

"At the beginning of the period, I had the same thoughts as you, especially when I saw Walter's delay in sending the main force to attack the western camp, which made me doubt that this was the truth." Moore sighed as well.

"It's just that it doesn't make sense."

"yes!" The others nodded their heads as well.

If the Baron Walter wanted to act, he would never be able to act so fakely, so after thinking about it, there are only two possibilities left.

Claire stood up instantly, ordered her subordinates to bring the map, and asked in a cold voice.

"Are there any other roads other than Ferrol Valley to the middle reaches of the Tiring River faster?"