Over the past few years, Ye Zhen had led his army through bitter battles on the Human-Demon Battlefield. When it came to defending a city, he was already practiced to the point of instinct.
Defending a city was, in truth, a fixed mode of warfare.
The battlefield had been decided, the troops involved were known, and even the timing and terrain were clear. Great Zhou had long since established standard procedures for city defense.
What mattered most was battlefield command and the finer details.
Thus, Ye Zhen, He Qi, Miao Bi, Liu Feng, and the others took only half an hour to finalize the military arrangements for holding Bloodlight Fortress for ten days.
The further details were left for Liu Feng, Gu Tieqi, He Qi, Miao Bi, and the others to arrange and adjust.
If Ye Zhen, as marshal, handled every matter personally, the countless affairs generated each day by an army of five or six hundred thousand men would absolutely exhaust a person to death.
The Grand Governor's Mansion's military order was to hold Bloodlight Fortress to the death for ten days.
To be honest, Ye Zhen did not have much confidence that this order could be fulfilled.
The resources Ye Zhen could deploy were limited to what he already had. The upper limit of his side's strength was already plainly visible.
Whether they could hold Bloodlight Fortress to the death for ten days would depend mainly on the intensity of the Devil Race army's siege.
If the siege was fierce enough, it was hard to say whether they could even hold for three days.
Yet Ye Zhen's thoughts were not on the order to hold for ten days itself, but on what lay beyond that order.
To be honest, Ye Zhen had previously formed a troubling suspicion toward