Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 156 Is There Going to Be a War Tomorrow?

There was an air of solemnity in the council room. In the dim light, Klaus sat at one end of the long table, looking dignified and determined. Marx and two other men sat on either side, each reacting differently when Klaus announced his decision to them.

Marx frowned slightly, his eyes betraying a hint of concern and doubt. His fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, as if pondering the consequences of the decision.

One of the subordinates’ eyes dilated with astonishment. He leaned forward slightly, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Another subordinate bowed his head and remained silent.

"Does anyone oppose this decision?" Klaus’s deep voice broke the silence in the room. The sound seemed to reverberate through the air with an irresistible force.

Marx raised his head slightly, and there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, but he soon regained his firmness. He cleared his throat and said calmly, "I have no opinion. To defend our homeland, I believe this decision is the right one."

The two subordinates glanced at each other, and one of them straightened up and said solemnly, "We also agree. We will follow your leadership and fight for our homeland." The other person quickly nodded in agreement, "That’s right. We have no objection. We’re going to give it our all and work hard to win."

Klaus bowed, "Good. Let’s start strategizing."

This time, the meeting lasted from night until midnight. Klaus decided to launch a surprise attack on the western frontier at sunset the next day. Although the battle came sooner than expected, they were not unprepared. Moreover, this was not the first time Klaus had led his forces against the West, and he had plenty of experience.

Furthermore, the decision to attack the West early had been agreed upon by the king, who promised to deploy more troops and weapons to Klaus within three days.

This time, Klaus decided to use a blitzkrieg approach, aiming to win the war in the shortest possible time.

After the meeting, Marx was left alone. As one of the leaders of the vanguard, he had details that needed to be discussed individually with Klaus.

"So, I’m going to attack from this position on the border," Marx said to Klaus, pointing to the location marked on the map. "And with the other side defenseless, I think I’ll take control of the western border in three days."

Klaus nodded, "It would be better if your time could be shortened to one day. This will allow us to march straight into the capitals of the West."

Marx’s gaze stayed on the map for a moment, then he said, "I’ll try."

Klaus patted Marx on the shoulder and encouraged him, "I’m sure you can do it."

Then Klaus turned and took a bottle of whiskey from the cupboard, pouring it into two glasses, one of which he handed to Marx.

Marx took the glass, and instead of drinking immediately, he asked, "Klaus, do you think Elijah really didn’t have any defenses this time?"

"Judging by the information we have so far, the rebels in the West are causing him trouble, and it’s impossible for him to deal with the rebels at the same time," Klaus said confidently, taking a sip of whiskey. "So, we have to launch a surprise attack on the West now, so that we can achieve victory in the shortest possible time."

Marx pondered for a moment, "Elijah has always been a cautious man. The fact that he was able to quickly build a new spy network after we had eliminated all of his spies shows that he’s been keeping a close watch on us."

"Maybe you’re right," Klaus said disapprovingly. "He should have planned to come back against us after the rebels were wiped out, figuring we wouldn’t attack until a month later. But I’m not going to give him that chance."

Marx took a sip of his wine and asked in a low voice, "Are we going to continue hunting Dyson?"

Dyson? Klaus then remembered there was still one unresolved issue.

"Of course. Let them keep hunting Dyson. Tell our people to kill him as soon as they find him."

Although Klaus told the King about Dyson’s guilt, the King didn’t give Klaus a positive response. Perhaps his father wanted to continue shielding the illegitimate child, but Klaus didn’t want to waste time guessing what his father was thinking.

Klaus decided to get rid of that trouble altogether.

"Dyson seems to be missing, and our men haven’t been able to find him," Marx frowned. "Where can he hide with a woman?"

"Unless Dyson leaves the North, he’ll always be found," Klaus said.

Marx nodded and added, "Did you tell Emily about the decision to attack the West in advance?"

"Not yet," Klaus replied. He was heading home to tell Emily again, and he could imagine her face when she heard the news. She had already told him she didn’t like war.

She might complain to him or even get angry. But in the end, she’d have to accept it. All Klaus had to do was reassure her and tell her not to go to the front line, anyway.

Marx’s lips twitched slightly, and his eyes flashed with complexity. He seemed to want to say something, but hesitated.

"What do you want to say, Marx?" Klaus noticed something odd about Marx.

"Emily would be furious if she knew you made this decision without consulting her. You know her temper," Marx said.

"I know," Klaus said helplessly. "But I had to."

After a drink, Klaus and Marx left the conference room. As Klaus walked out of the office building, he saw Emily standing there.

The sky was dark, and the coolness of autumn filled the air like water. Emily stood still under the streetlight, the dim light falling on her long beige trench coat, the corners of which fluttered gently in the breeze like fallen autumn leaves. Her long hair was tossed carelessly over her shoulders, and a few strands, caught by the wind, shimmered like silk in the light.

Emily’s face was pale, and there was a hint of exhaustion and worry in her eyes. Her gaze was fixed on the exit of the office building, and when she spotted Klaus, a flash of surprise appeared in her eyes, quickly replaced by apprehension.

"Good luck, buddy," Marx patted Klaus on the shoulder and turned away.

Klaus approached Emily and gently stroked her cold cheek. "Why don’t you wait for me at home?"

Emily looked at Klaus quietly for a moment, then spoke. "Why didn’t you tell me there’s a war tomorrow?"