"The gap in strength is even greater than I imagined."
Standing atop the city wall and watching the first wave of attacks be effortlessly neutralized, Lin Yu sighed.
Although the entire Raccoon Dog Race had prepared to defend their stronghold to the death and was resolved to protect their homeland, that alone... was not enough to erase the "gap."
Desperate troops could win, and those with their backs to the wall could fight with all their might. But examples of the weak defeating the strong through "momentum" ultimately still involved clashes between forces on the same level.
But now...
The Xiajin troops crossing the river were elite forces from the Zhi Zi Department. They were qualitatively different from the guards and warriors stationed within the Raccoon Dog Race's holy land.
Perhaps Han Xin, the Military Immortal by the Jingxing River, could defeat the Zhao army by inspiring his troops, but the Aztec warriors backed against Lake Texcoco had still been unable to avoid grief and fury when facing the Spanish army.
Morale was crucial, but its effect had limits.
Although the elite soldiers of Xiajin's Zhi Zi Department and the guards of the Sanqiu Raccoon Dog holy land belonged to the same world and the same generation, the difference between a nation's fiercest elite troops and garrison guards who normally only handled "hunting" and "patrolling and defense" was self-evident.
The Raccoon Dog Tribe Leader and Tribal Elders had vaguely realized this as well, but they had no choice. This was, in essence, the beginning of a total war launched against Sanqiu by Lu Gu, the Great Shaman—one of the figures with the greatest authority in Xiajin and one of the strongest beings in the Black Marsh World.
The Raccoon Dog holy land was by no means a small place, and