"Form up! Form up quickly!"
"Find your own teams and assemble immediately!"
"The battle has begun! Take the Eastern Mountain Region in one stroke!"
Dirty Wine, Bai Shi, Zhou Tianming, and the other vice presidents gathered their respective players. All 300,000 troops finished forming up in less than half an hour, then marched out of Hydra Stronghold in order and advanced toward Firefly Stronghold.
Lu Yang and Ayala stood at the very front of the army. When Lu Yang had first led 300,000 men into the Eastern Mountain Region, he had not been certain he could defeat Alfonso. But now, he was completely convinced that Alfonso was doomed to lose.
If a guild president treated his subordinates without loyalty or fairness, believing he could hold the Eastern Mountain Region merely through terrain advantages and piles of money rather than earning their trust through prestige, then he would be scorned by everyone.
Ayala looked at Lu Yang with slightly dazed eyes. At that moment, the confidence on his face, set against the 300,000 imposing players behind him, made him seem incredibly tall.
She could not help asking, "Lu Yang, how did you dare use 300,000 people to fight Alfonso's 8 million? Was it just equipment and levels?"
Lu Yang turned his head and smiled. "Of course not. In fact, if I were commanding those 8 million people, forget 300,000 level 160 players in dark gold equipment—even if 600,000 came, I could still defeat them. Alfonso's defeat this time was entirely due to his own lack of virtue."
Ayala shook her head. "I don't understand."
Lu Yang reached back and patted Fernando on the shoulder. "From the moment I learned Fernando had left Alfonso, I knew Alfonso was certain to lose. How many guilds could have a battle commander as skilled