Count Godif, the supreme commander of Falkenheim’s army, stroked his beard and chuckled.

"As expected. They don’t know what to do."

Currently, the marquis’s forces had deliberately stretched their frontlines, ensuring they could provide reinforcements anywhere as needed.

The suppression force had attempted to engage them multiple times, but each time, Falkenheim’s forces simply pulled back, keeping a safe distance. When the suppression force attempted to besiege another noble’s stronghold, Falkenheim’s forces would close in just enough to threaten them.

As a result, the suppression force was struggling to determine its next move.

With such a massive army, their movements were sluggish. No matter where they struck, they risked being encircled by Falkenheim’s forces.

And if they tried to counter this by splitting their army, that would be even better. An undisciplined force like theirs would only become easier to dismantle if their numbers thinned out.