C273 Two Thousand Miles!

Upon hearing Egersund's words, everyone in the room furrowed their brows. Egersund commanded thirty thousand men, but if he decided to play a trick—leaving twenty thousand behind and fleeing with just ten thousand—wouldn't that be the very definition of a desperate measure, akin to cutting off one's own limb to survive?

"Marquis, I can muster five thousand of my finest troops