Mo Li had perhaps a thirty percent chance of severely crippling the Divine Might Army.
By comparison, Dragon City did not stand even a one percent chance of severely crippling the Yangwu Army.
This was not hard to understand. After all, Mo Li was, generally speaking, still one of the Divine Might Army's own, and he commanded one-sixth of its forces. With a deliberate plot against an unsuspecting target, plus all sorts of advantages, success was naturally possible.
Dragon City, on the other hand, could not even be considered one of their own and had not the slightest connection to the military. He would struggle just to enter or leave a military camp—what could he use to severely cripple the Yangwu Army?
The hawk-nosed man had apparently been angered as well and said irritably,
"If this won't work and that won't work, then what exactly can make Meng Zhao pay the price? Don't tell me you plan to swallow this humiliation, do nothing at all, and wait for Meng Zhao to return, consolidate his forces, and someday contend for the Northern Lands and dominate one region?"
When all was said and done, Meng Zhao had simply moved too quickly and too ruthlessly. He had caught them completely off guard, leaving them with no defenses at all before the Divine Might Army was snatched away by him.
In contrast, even after Meng Zhao left, he had already arranged the necessary measures to prevent the Lingwu Meng Family from being plotted against in his absence. For instance, Liang Muqiu disguising herself as him and holding down the army was a brilliant move, one that directly deprived certain schemes of the ground needed to take root.
It could be said that Meng Zhao's calculations and arrangements surpassed theirs. This was something they had