On the battlefield at this stage, a Vajra Realm Warrior was practically a "one-man army."
But even so, they could not kill a thousand enemy soldiers in an instant. At the end of the day, they still had to cut them down one by one.
Even if we didn't count any extra and capped it at a thousand, even if the enemy stood perfectly still and let you cut them, killing a thousand people would still take a great deal of time. Your arms might even end up aching from it.
Peter was already cutting them down fast enough, but situated on the flank, he still felt as though he was struggling alone. Ultimately, that was because the troops under his command were simply too weak.
It was as though he had torn down the eastern wall to shore up the western one. Once he finished reinforcing the western wall, he had to turn around and rescue the eastern wall. Just when the eastern wall was saved, the western one would start failing again...
The cruel reality made him realize even more clearly the gap in strength between the Rakshasa Republican Party and the Smith Party.
But whenever he thought that he could still find an opportunity to cooperate with Great Zhou on the development of firearms, Peter's heart quickly settled down.
That's right, he still had a chance!
His foundation was too shallow right now. It was only natural that he could not compare with the other side. If he were given more time, allowing him to lead the Rakshasa Republican Party through a period of proper development, he refused to believe that, as a modern man, he would still be inferior to Fisher, a native!
With that thought, Peter gradually calmed down.
However, setting aside Peter's inner thoughts,