He said to Li Wenxing, "Send out 100,000 men to form an assault formation and prepare for a frontal attack."
"Yes." Li Wenxing immediately turned and went to make the arrangements.
Bai Shi looked at Lu Yang in surprise. So far, nearly all of Lu Yang's orders had been directed at the foreign forces, while none of his own men had moved.
"Boss, should I make preparations too?" Bai Shi asked.
Lu Yang knew what Bai Shi meant. He was afraid Kapu's men might rebel.
"No need. I believe in the results Kapu, Pa Du, and the others have achieved over the past six months," Lu Yang said.
Pa Du, Ba Qiang, and the others looked at Lu Yang, deeply moved. One wrong step on the battlefield could lead to disaster after disaster. Lu Yang dared to trust Pa Du and Ba Qiang at a time like this, and that trust was worth their lives.
"Woooooo!" A long, low horn sounded. Six passages slowly opened within the defensive lines formed along the southern bank of the Moro River.
Six players wearing colorful ethnic attire stepped forward to the southern bank of the Moro River and faced Lu Yang across the water. One of them wore a suit and carried a decorative Firearm on his shoulder. Tilting his head back, he gave Lu Yang a lazy sidelong glance and said, "You're Lu Yang?"
Lu Yang knew that this man was Antoni, the former vice president of Mexico's Mad Dog Guild. He ignored him. Like Black Blood, this man was scum.
"President Lu Yang, I am Leite, vice president of Brazil's Banquet Guild." A player with angel wings on his back smiled at Lu Yang.
Lu Yang's gaze sharpened. He knew his true opponent had appeared. The Sky Angel, the strongest class