"Zhang Xing, we know you're strong, but if you want to fight Niquor's army head-on, I'm afraid …"
Kechila, the leader of the Beast Hall, tried to persuade Zhang Xing to go to war with Niquor.
He knew that Wan Wu wasn't ready yet. If they let Zhang Xing lead the army, they wouldn't be able to win.
Besides, Zhang Xing didn't have any experience in leading troops. There was no way he could win with twenty dragons.
Although the dragons of Niquor's army were low-level, there were more of them. Initial estimates showed that there were at least a hundred dragons at the border.
Their army of low-level warriors had at least a million, and their army of mid-level and high-level warriors had at least two hundred thousand.
Their army of sorcerers was no less than a hundred thousand.
This was only a small part of their army. If they fought, they would have an endless supply of reinforcements.
Wan Wu's army was only two-thirds of their frontline army. It would take them another year or so to gather, train, and cooperate in battle.
The two countries weren't even on the same level. There was no hope of winning.
"Hall Master Kechila's worries are exactly what we're worried about. If we start the war now, we won't be able to fight at all!"
Detta, the head of the Apothecary Guild, frowned and followed up on Kechila's words.
"Zhang Xing, we only have a hundred thousand soldiers on the frontline. Wan Wu can gather another two hundred thousand. They'll all be under your command. Try to deal a heavy blow to them in the first battle. It doesn't matter if you win or lose."
Once Emperor Peters made a decision, he would press forward without hesitation.
He believed in Zhang Xing. So what if he didn't lead an army before?
No matter who was in command of this battle, they would lose. Zhang Xing could defeat ten thousand soldiers by himself. He might even be able to create a miracle.
Besides, based on his understanding of Zhang Xing, this kid was never one to take a loss. He never fought a battle he wasn't confident in winning.
He said he wanted to fight the first battle as soon as he came back. Judging from his casual attitude, he seemed to be hiding something.
Pratt had been observing Zhang Xing all this time. He noticed that when Zhang Xing heard that the emperor wanted him to lead an army of three hundred thousand, he didn't seem excited at all.
This wasn't normal. Let's not talk about the outcome of the battle. How would a boy under ten years of age react when he heard that he was going to lead an army of three hundred thousand?
Not to mention a young man, even an old general would be so excited that he would have to kneel down and thank the Emperor for his benevolence.
However, Zhang Xing did not react at all. It was as if His Majesty was talking to him about three to five people instead of three hundred thousand soldiers.
"There's no need for the Ten Thousand Martial City's soldiers. The frontlines will remain the same. You don't need to send a single soldier.
Zhang Xing waved his hand nonchalantly.
"What?
You don't have a single soldier with you, and you're going to use a dozen dragons to fight a million enemies? "
Emperor Peters was shocked. You're not joking, are you?
"Zhang Xing, you have to think this through. Once you lose, the Nucor Alliance will chase after you, and the one hundred thousand soldiers on the front line will be wiped out immediately.
"What follows will be a moment of chaos for my Myriad Martial Kingdom. They will push all the way to our imperial capital and destroy my Myriad Martial Kingdom with the smallest price."
Bulat, the patriarch of the second super clan, also warned Zhang Xing.
"Everyone, rest assured. I'm not so arrogant as to fight an army of one million by myself. I also have a large army under my command."
Zhang Xing smiled mysteriously.
"We'll meet on the battlefield in three days!"