They were completely and utterly outnumbered by four to one.
"So, what do you suggest, kid?" Thauren grunted, crossing his massive arms over his chest. "You want to run?"
"No," Sol smirked, a cold glint flashing in his silver-crimson eyes. "I want to bait them. We use a defense-in-depth strategy, combined with a classic feigned retreat. An inverted wedge."
Sol drew a new charcoal line right across the center of the hunting grounds, splitting Thauren's plateau strategy.
"We don't put our heaviest veterans on the ridges first," Sol explained, using Earth's military history, he had watched while eating instant noodles at 3 am, after all which man didn't had the dream of leading the troops and slaughtering the enemies, and it just happened to fit in their situation perfectly.
"We put our weakest units… the new recruits and the reserves…. right in the center of the valley, down in the low ground where the enemy expects us to be soft.
