Jackson's cold gaze swept across everyone, he smiled with satisfaction and continued, "Night attacks are disadvantageous to the enemy, equally so for us. Moreover, they have trenches, attacking uphill is too risky, so I suggest we reassess the situation tomorrow morning. I've already sent my people to scout, I just hope no one gets dragged backward."
"That depends on the specific plan. Are we just going to waste a whole night doing nothing?" the Snow Bear Captain muttered discontentedly, his eyes sharp, staring coldly at Jackson as if a hungry wolf eyeing its prey, exuding a chilling, violent aura.
"What do you want to do?" Jackson raised an eyebrow and replied coldly, his tone turning harsh with a few sharp killing intents. As the small team leader of the Pot Lid Heads, Jackson also had his pride and honor to uphold, unwilling to yield to the unintentional provocation from the Snow Bear Captain.
