Xu Kun had not interacted much with the head of Western Frontier Academy. Even when dealing with the demigod Garuda Jiumozhi in Yunnan Province, they had never met.
However, he had heard of this man's reputation. He was a peerless sage and someone the Liu Family, home of the Son of the Red Emperor, had entrusted with great responsibility.
He had never formed a family, dedicating himself wholeheartedly to the development of the western frontier and the rise of humanity.
Xu Kun nodded. "What insight does Master Zhuge have?"
Zhuge Wolong waved his feather fan. "Since ancient times, the principles of warfare have been thus: surround an enemy with ten times your strength, attack with five times your strength, divide them with twice your strength, fight them when evenly matched, retreat when outnumbered, and avoid them when inferior. Thus, a small enemy that stands firm will be captured by a great enemy."
"Your burning passion and your resolve to charge into battle wrapped in horsehide are worthy of respect. But the risks are too great. If things go wrong, one small move could affect the whole situation and bring down the entire army."
According to Thor and Luo Xia's plan, their strongest fighters would tear open a gap in the enemy lines, just as the Hu Ben Army commanded by Xu Kun had done for the Tiger Fiend Race last time, punching straight through the enemy formation.
It was a good idea. If it succeeded, they could rip apart the enemy camp and create favorable conditions for the army to swarm across the river afterward.
But that was the outcome if it succeeded. What if it failed?
If it failed, whether it was Viktor's hundred painstakingly created Source Project Warriors, the Light Elf Race's thousand Lords, or humanity's Saints, they