"I think that when the Demon Race World attacks next time, our army can prepare to circle around behind them, cut off the Demon Race World's provisions, then fight a guerrilla war and strike straight at their rear!"
As soon as Guo Xian, a Medical Cultivator of the Military School, finished speaking, the Immortal Realm Military School cultivator seated at the head of the table spat out a mouthful of stale tea.
Then the other Military School cultivators looked at Guo Xian as though he were a fool.
Chen Bei and Xue Bu Hui were also somewhat embarrassed, while Jiang Lin wiped a hand across his face.
That was not to say that provisions were unnecessary in a cultivation war, nor was his proposal utter nonsense.
"Provisions" was merely a substitute term here.
The "provisions" continuously transported from the Demon Race World to the demon army were naturally not ordinary food for humans, but food used to replenish Spiritual Power and physical strength.
Besides that, there were all kinds of spirit medicines, spirit herbs, healing pills, and so on.
Ten Thousand Mile City and the demon camps were the same. Neither could rely on its own supplies; both had sources in the rear.
However, the Demon Race World could not cut off Ten Thousand Mile City's provisions. Ten Thousand Mile City had the entire Vast and Righteous World behind it. If you could not even get into my city, how the hell were you going to cut off my provisions?
But Ten Thousand Mile City could cut off the Demon Race World's provisions.
After all, the Demon Race World had no fortified cities to defend. They simply set up ordinary camps, and their provisions were transported across open plains. It could not have been easier!
But easy or not, did