"Duke." Hunter said, lowering his head, "At this point, we only have three methods to deal with the extreme winter."
"Oh? Which three methods?" Duke Gran looked at him straightly.
"The first one is to disband the peasant rebel army." Hunter's head was almost parallel to the ground, he dared not raise his head to look at Duke Gran:
"Give the farmers severance pay to send them home, so that we can ensure enough food for the remaining army to survive the winter."
Duke Gran's face immediately darkened.
Before he had a chance to reprimand, a general under his command stood up and scolded:
"Hunter, what kind of stale idea are you giving to the Duke? At least one-third of our achievements are due to the peasant rebels!
If it were not for them serving as cannon fodder, sacrificing themselves to break through Celsus Flames' (the Emperor of the Fire Nation) poisonous barrier, do you know how many of our soldiers would have died in vain?"