"Liu Xing, Xueyue, and Iron Rock."
"These three cities form a defensive triangle. They are easy to defend and difficult to attack."
"Though it is only three cities, their strategic geographical and logistical positions have turned them into an ironclad fortress."
"The leader of the Divine Martial Association is a capable man." The Court's Commander-in-Chief, Wu Rui, looked grave in his military attire.
His intelligence on the Divine Martial Association was fairly detailed. After all, the organization wasn't united internally, so there were always cracks to exploit. Besides, the Court's control over the local regions was by no means weak.
If the conflict between the Daoist Lineages hadn't suddenly intensified just as a drought descended, a single one of these problems wouldn't have led to such a crisis.
"Grand Marshal, I've seen the front lines. They're just a rabble, not even as competent as the rebels up north." A younger general seemed puzzled by Wu Rui's caution.
