Sitting inside the tent where military affairs were discussed, Zhou Xu was feeling rather troubled.
If Li Ce, Shi Lei, White Butcher, and Soros were here, he could at least discuss tactics with them, analyze the enemy, and weigh his options for what came next.
But sitting beside him now were Xie Liancheng, Zhou Chongshan, and Bolevin.
To put it plainly, all three were focused on brawling. What the hell kind of tactics could he discuss with them?!
At a time like this, he could only rack his own brains.
[According to the scouts' earlier reports, the enemy had at least four or five hundred visible troops. They had also spotted the giant wolf mounts of nearly three hundred Goblin Wolf Cavalry, which meant there were at least another three hundred Goblin Wolf Cavalry.]
[Following that line of thought, a conservative estimate put the enemy's green-skinned forces at roughly another thousand soldiers, if not more.]
[However, we now have two thousand Lizardmen troops on our side as well. In terms of numbers, we have nothing to fear from them.]
[The only uncertainty now is the condition of that green-skinned powerhouse, along with exactly how many powerhouses the enemy has.]
With that question circling in his mind, Zhou Xu sank into deep thought.
From a personal standpoint, he wanted to recover the lost territory as quickly as possible, so he was undoubtedly more inclined to launch an offensive soon.
That way, he could gamble on the enemy's green-skinned powerhouse not having recovered yet. If he guessed right, the situation would be reversed in an instant.
On the other hand, if he guessed wrong, a hard-fought battle would certainly be unavoidable.
Of course, Zhou Xu had another option: wait another month, until Locke had fully recovered and Zhou Chongshan and Xie Liancheng