Big-Hearted to a Fault

This new discovery instantly drove away Zhou Xu's sleepiness. After Shilke withdrew, he sat there and sank into deep thought, pondering for a long while.

The appearance of this Mercenary Corps was equivalent to the emergence of another power.

Although, judging from the current situation, their population and military strength could not compare with those of a nation, that was precisely why this Mercenary Corps carried a hint of the "barefoot aren't afraid of those wearing shoes" bandit spirit. They had maneuvered among multiple factions without being wiped out.

The issue Zhou Xu was most worried about now was that, seeing the situation turn unfavorable, the opposing side might hire those centaur mercenaries to fight again.

Of course, he was not afraid of those centaur mercenaries coming after him.

The centaur race was indeed powerful, but in essence, they were still cavalry. Unless they blasted apart the city gates or smashed down the walls, creating space and routes for cavalry to launch a surprise attack, cavalry would have little use in a conventional siege.

With that as the premise, Zhou Xu, who had occupied Yellow Sand City, naturally knew what weapons and equipment the opposing side possessed.

Among their siege equipment, wheeled battering rams were still the mainstay.

It was not that battering rams could not break through city gates; it was simply not easy. Just transporting a battering ram to the city gates was difficult enough, let alone using it afterward to smash them down.

Therefore, for the time being, they did not need to worry too much about the centaur mercenaries posing a threat to them.

What he was truly worried about was the other side using its forces to deal with them, then hiring the centaur mercenaries to deal with the rebel army that might appear later.