Inside the command headquarters of Blood River Fortress, Ye Zhen stared at the military map before him, his brows tightly furrowed.
Ye Zhen was the one who had proposed the Twelve-Character Strategic Guideline, and at the same time, he was also the one who had carried it out most thoroughly.
Blood River Fortress had originally possessed four fortresses, sixteen strongholds, and more than ninety Beacon Towers.
Now, under Ye Zhen's proactive contraction, only two fortresses, four strongholds, and a dozen or so Beacon Towers still had garrisons stationed there. The garrisons of all other military units had been withdrawn.
The two fortresses were Yangmen Fortress and Kairo Fortress. A corps of thirty thousand troops had been stationed at each.
Meanwhile, Blood River Fortress itself still had one hundred and fifty thousand troops and more than forty thousand Convict Slaves.
According to the current intelligence, the Devil Race army attacking in the direction of Blood River Fortress might number more than four hundred thousand.
Though Ye Zhen's side held defensible terrain, and holding off an army of four hundred thousand Devil Race soldiers would not be a problem at all.
How many soldiers would die in battle, however, was another matter entirely.
Therefore, Ye Zhen continued making every possible arrangement without pause.
"Liu Feng, how are things at Dingbian Wubao and Black Soil Wubao?" Ye Zhen asked without raising his head.
"Marshal, the civilian laborers from Dingbian Wubao and Black Soil Wubao have already been conscripted, but both sides refused our request for troop reinforcements. They said their forces were limited and that they needed to guard against roving Devil Race forces." Liu Feng looked somewhat downcast.
"I knew it would be like this!"
Ye Zhen slammed his fist onto the table. "Aren't they afraid of what will happen to them