Chapter 1189
To be fair, it could not be said that every officer and soldier of the Great Horned Legion was indulging in wild fantasies.
After all, Hundred Blades City was a major Turanze city with a heritage stretching back thousands of years. No one could bear the responsibility of handing such a magnificent city over to the ratfolk.
Moreover, Hundred Blades City had stockpiled enormous quantities of military rations. They were not only meant to supply the wolf clan's daily consumption, but had also been prepared for the Golden Clan's consumption over several years during the Five Clans Competition and even the Era of Glory.
If all those rations went up in flames, how were the Jackals, Wolves, Tigers, and Leopards of the Golden Clan supposed to fill their bellies and sing as they marched triumphantly toward the Holy Light Land?
Therefore, unless driven to the very brink, the wolf clan defenders would never burn the rations—this tested a commander's resolve even more than cutting off his own wrist to save the arm.
The problem was, what if the strategy of "besieging Hundred Blades City" itself was part of "Jackal" Kanus's chain of conspiracies?
What if the stored provisions in Hundred Blades City were nowhere near as plentiful as the Great Horned Legion had predicted?
What if the overwhelming majority of the rations had long ago been secretly transported out of the city by "Jackal" Kanus and hidden in some remote nook or underground cave?
No matter what, a decision that gambled on the enemy not daring to cut off his own wrist to save the arm was no different from placing the noose already tight around one's throat directly into the enemy's hands. It was utter self-destruction.
Sure enough, during the lull between the Great Horned Legion's two