Wang Jian took the initiative to attack, and Kankuli naturally refused to fall behind.
He had always been a man of action.
If he had not made his preparations, he would never have rashly faced Wang Jian across the river.
The original stalemate had already been disrupted by Wang Jian's massive investment of manpower and resources.
There were not many ways left to truly blunt his edge. Only crushing the enemy's central army head-on offered a chance to achieve victory in one stroke.
Although he had still not discovered Yue Fei, who was hiding underground, Li Mu, concealed within the mountains and forests, was equally alarming.
He had sent in twenty thousand light cavalry, yet fewer than a thousand had returned.
Moreover, according to their reports, the losses suffered by the force led by Li Mu had been nearly negligible.
Soldiers could naturally feel fear, but they would never dare deceive him.
Therefore, judging from that, Li Mu was also a commander talent in no way inferior to Wang Jian.
If he split up and attacked now, the chance of being defeated piece by piece exceeded sixty percent.
Conversely, if he could crush Wang Jian head-on, he could force Li Mu to emerge and fight.
Of course, he was not foolish enough to attack the Great Volcano camp.
First, although its strategic value was considerable, it was of little use to his own side.
Second, defense was simply not Kankuli's style. "Strike head-on and annihilate the enemy" was his strategic doctrine.
Any schemes and tricks were worthless before absolute power.
From the moment Kankuli first stepped onto a battlefield, he had regarded that as truth.
Of course, he also had to admit that Wang Jian's combat style of countering every move greatly restrained him.
He had experienced countless wars and