After hearing the latest tactics devised by Yan Hua Yi Leng and San Mei Shi, God of Wine Dukang, Feng Xing, and the others all voiced their approval. Dongfang Shitian and the others also knew this was currently the most effective approach, so they accepted it as well.
"Based on the positions of our two teams and our marching speed, we should meet up in a little over a day," Feng Xing said, unable to hide his excitement. "Heh, once our two teams gather together, we'll have eight or nine thousand people, several hundred—nearly a thousand—Flying Cavalry, and plenty of aerial power. With the Mammoth Cavalry added in, we'll have the upper hand even against twenty or thirty thousand enemies. That will greatly improve our ability to withstand risks."
The two teams joining together was not as simple as one plus one. After all, a tiny difference could lead to vastly different results. A little more strength could turn the tide, and even if many of them were killed, they could still revive. That would make a huge difference.
Just imagine it—if the two teams had been together when they were ambushed today, then even if the enemy forces had united, the battle would have turned out very differently. Breaking Waves Riding Wind and Ye Luo had extremely high damage output. Under everyone's protection, they could have slaughtered freely. In that situation, the enemy would surely have been frightened and might have retreated earlier.
Then Dark Night and Tokyo Myth would not have dared to lead their Elite Squads in a sneak attack, and their casualties would not have been so severe.
It was precisely because he had considered all this that Feng Xing attached such importance to the two teams joining forces.
Although Feng Xing was thrilled by the