Summon of The Sword novel Chapter 1704

Sean smiled and replied, "To put it bluntly, it's simple. Two words—guerrilla tactics."

"Guerrilla tactics?"

Flynn frowned slightly, thinking about the meaning of these words.

Sean continued explaining. "Yeah, guerrilla tactics. If it's a head-on battle, my men and I are no match for more than 100 mercenaries. They could crush us in numbers alone. But inside the woods, the effectiveness of numbers will be limited. Instead, the flexibility of small units will be greatly enhanced and thus be more advantageous."

Flynn had mostly figured it out at this point.

That was it.

Sean and his crew of a dozen men were no match for a mercenary regiment of more than 100 men when it was a head-on confrontation.

However, Sean's small combat unit was able to fight flexibly because of the complex terrain and trees that hid them after they entered the woods.

The mercenary regiment of 100 men could not take advantage of their numbers. Having too many men made it impossible to attack in unison. Their advantage had become a disadvantage, so to speak.

In this case, they only had to attack flexibly and fall back when needed. The stray mercenary regiment could not keep up with them.

"No wonder Commander Lennon is the youngest nine-star commander in Dragon Kingdom. I'm impressed with your command ability and awareness."

Flynn saluted Sean to show his respect.

Lisha did not realize it until this moment. She quickly clapped her hands and shouted to the ceremonial team, "What are you waiting for? Play the music!"

Strong rhythmic parade music began to play, and it was finally a bit festive.

Lisha stepped forward, saluted, and said with a broad smile, "Friends from Dorodo, welcome to Crosac. I represent everyone in Crosac to give you a warm welcome!"

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In the mayor's residence's quiet garden, Sean was standing in front of a camphor tree, quietly thinking about something.

Just then, footsteps came from far to near.

The sound of footsteps was light and soft, so it was not a man and probably not a maid at the mayor's residence.

Maids did not have such good self-restraint and manners. They were always in a hurry and busy.

Therefore, it was either Shania or Lisha Crosac, the eldest daughter of the mayor of Crosac.

Sean turned around to look. Sure enough, he saw Lisha, who had walked up less than ten meters away.

Lisha was beautiful today.

She was tall and plump. Though she was young, she had the aura of a European aristocratic lady.