A melancholy-looking man with shoulder-length hair came running over.
"Lord!"
His voice arrived before he did.
The two of them followed the sound and saw a familiar figure.
It was Edward the painter, whom Cao Xing had appointed as the chief engineer of the giant city's construction several months ago.
It was clear that the past few months of intense work had left the painter visibly thinner.
Li Jie was extraordinarily proactive about this introduction. That very day, he went directly to recruit club administrators, then returned beaming with good news—because it happened to coincide with the e-sports club's event schedule, they could hold the so-called membership assessment in the e-sports classroom three days later.
Yuan Da explained that when the enemy approached within 300 meters, one Divine Arm Crossbowman was ordered to stand and fire. If his arrows could reach the enemy formation, all Divine Arm Crossbowmen would open fire. When the enemy came within 200 meters, one flat-trajectory archer was ordered to stand and fire. If his arrows could reach the enemy formation, all flat-trajectory archers would open fire. Once the enemy closed in, the spearmen would engage them in close combat.
"What did you say?" The general looked around in horror. Sure enough, Blackmore had vanished without anyone knowing where he had gone.
Did he look like an idiot? That person's bizarre enthusiasm just now sounded like an obvious scheme no matter how he listened to it.
After all, whether one could properly command one's subordinates was the standard for judging whether a commander was qualified.
"What do we do? We can't even see their shadows. At this rate, we're all going to die!" Guo Rong said anxiously. His RV had not yet been attacked by the mutated Night Demons, but as time dragged on and more