As for Dasheng,
it was seventeen thousand soldiers, four cultivators,
basically only half the fighting force of West Qi.
"Commander."
Tong Xiaochu said with a headache, "The troops in the south and east have their uses, and while there is still some manpower in the western garrison, there is a lack of provisions. For now, we can only support seventeen thousand troops, meaning, we have to have our seventeen thousand devour the opponent's army of thirty-two thousand."
"If I have not miscalculated the time,"
Wang Jun said, "Soon, some martial cultivators will also come out to help for a reward in the cultivation world, of course, West Qi will have the same, but I can assure you that the power of cultivators on both sides will not differ much."
"Everyone out."
After summarizing the information, Chen Sansi prepared to quietly contemplate.
At that moment,
a disturbance suddenly arose outside the camp.
"Assassin!"
"There is an assassin!"
"..."
"Buzz!"
A flash of silver.
