It wasn't just Village Chief Chen Shen, Minister of the Guard Department Li Hu, and the managers in charge of public order and patrols who had discovered that the guards and soldiers were severely lacking in combat strength.
In fact, even the territory's residents had sensed it.
There was no helping it. In peacetime, when no battles broke out, training scores could still be used to conceal flaws in combat ability.
But in the chaotic wasteland, the only standard for measuring combat strength was the result of a battle.
Don't talk about what glorious achievements you'd made in the Illusory Realm, and don't mention what records you'd broken in daily training.
Once they went onto the battlefield, some would suffer from dizziness and hotheadedness, while others would have aching, swollen legs.
The moment they saw the enemy, they became cowards. If they couldn't even hold the guns in their hands steady, what kind of soldiers were they? Especially recently, after the territory's food supply had gradually stopped being scarce,
a comfortable, battle-shy mentality had inevitably begun to spread.
The aversion to danger rooted in the human genetic chain
meant that the guards and soldiers not only couldn't deal with the Mole People in the city—even the foreign races they had been able to suppress through sheer ferocity a year ago had somehow begun to make them feel fearful.
As the lord, Su Mo had gradually noticed this fact after several large-scale battles.
When he led them, the soldiers of the Tian Yuan Army were indeed fierce, each one seemingly possessed by a god of war.
But as soon as he was absent and someone else took command,
the entire force's combat strength instantly fell by 50 percent. Their performance didn't even reach half of their normal state.
Previously, Su Mo