Once again, deep, inky light bloomed from Meng Chao's black hair and black eyes, filling the ratfolk servant soldiers with an utterly unreasonable trust.
Ye Zi swallowed hard and could not help asking, "Harvester, do you think we can really defeat a noble lord from the Ironhide Family and his servant-soldier squad?"
"This..."
Meng Chao hesitated.
Although he did not know the opponent's strength,
he roughly knew what Turan Civilization's servant soldiers were capable of through fragments of memories from his previous life.
Considering that when he had dealt with the Turan People in his previous life, the Another World War had already been raging like a prairie fire, and even the rank-and-file troops were veterans who had survived a hundred battles.
Now, when the Another World War had only just begun, servant soldiers who had not yet been tempered in actual combat could not possibly surpass the average standard in his memories from his previous life, no matter how formidable they were or how many generations they had served military nobles.
Meng Chao closed his eyes. After carefully comparing and deducing, he slowly shook his head and said gravely, "It will be difficult."
"Just as I thought!"
Even the mysterious and unfathomable Lord Harvester said so. Ye Zi, Spider, and the wild rat servant soldiers who had still been commoners half a month ago all felt their hearts turn half-cold.
"Originally, I planned to resolve the opponent perfectly without a single casualty."
Meng Chao knitted his brows and slowly delivered the second half of his sentence. "I didn't expect the opponent to be changed. Now, winning flawlessly without suffering even a scratch will be very difficult!"
Ye Zi: "..."
Spider: "..."
The other ratfolk servant soldiers: "..."
"Looks like we'll have to find an opportunity to test the waters