But by then, both sides had already reached a point where riding a tiger left no room to dismount.
Once the war machine had begun rumbling forward, how could it be so easy to suddenly wrench the wheel or slam on the brakes?
In Turanze, although the authority of the supreme commander was seized through force, it required victory after victory, along with an unceasing stream of spoils, to maintain and consolidate it.
This was the first war Destroyer's Horn had launched after becoming War Chieftain.
The enemy was not even their old rival, the Holy Light Faction.
If he could not even deal with the Earthlings cowering in the mountain gullies of southern Turanze,
how could Destroyer's Horn command respect? How could he make all the wild and unruly orc warriors continue believing that he could lead them to defeat their fated enemy?
For the Earthlings, although this abruptly erupting new war far exceeded their expectations in both scale and brutality, causing the frontline troops made up of ordinary people to suffer grievous losses,
the Nine Great Families ruling Dragon City were unwilling to spit out the fat meat they had already swallowed.
What was more, the Super Enterprises under the Nine Great Families were all involved, to varying degrees, in resource extraction and military manufacturing.
The crueler the war became, the more they could earn until their basins overflowed and their bowls brimmed, and the more cultivation resources they could plunder for the Transcendents ruling Dragon City.
Besides, neither the Earthlings nor the Turan People had understood one another so deeply from the very beginning.
At the start of the war, both sides had held something back and had not gone all out.
That left the other side with the illusion that, "As long as we push a