Great Wall. Headquarters of the Anti-Demon Army.
"Defend, defend, defend—how long are we supposed to keep defending? Those three-eyed monsters are right at the foot of the Great Wall, right under our noses. If we don't go in and wipe them out, are we supposed to wait for them to retreat to the Nu River on their own?"
"Exactly. Everyone knows how quickly the Devil Race reproduces. If we don't send out troops soon, once they establish a foothold in the Flower Language Plain and start giving birth to large numbers of little demons inside it—like toads laying eggs—while our human soldiers keep suffering losses, the stronger side will only grow stronger. Shenzhou is bound to change hands."
"No matter what, we can't delay any longer. Either we fight, or we die. Sooner or later, we're all going to die anyway. We call ourselves the Anti-Demon Army, yet every one of us is hiding inside the Great Wall's fortresses, too afraid to come out. The demons are probably laughing at how timid we humans are, like mice—assuming they even have mice in their abyss."
Overnight, many voices calling for an offensive suddenly emerged among the Anti-Demon Army's upper ranks.
They demanded that the Anti-Demon Army stop merely defending the city and instead leave the fortress, engage those Three-Eyed Demon Race in bloody combat, and drive those ugly monsters back into the abyss.
This went against the plan devised by Taishu Yongsheng and the others: using the Great Wall as the defensive line, keeping the Devil Race outside it, waging a war of attrition in the Flower Language Plain, and then attacking when the opportunity arose.
Moreover, most of those advocating an offensive were mid- and high-ranking officers of the Anti-Demon Army—the army's core strength. They were in direct contact with