Perhaps it was their fear of the Dynasty, but whether it was Chen Yongxin, Jiang Haoran, or the Great Moon King, all they could think of was digging in and defending to the death.
Put simply, they would use their flesh and blood to stop the Great Light Dynasty's advance. As long as they held the enemy back and prevented them from crossing the front line—no matter how many lives it cost—and kept their territory from falling, that would be an unprecedented victory.
For a Dynasty to withstand an attack by an Empire—even if all it managed was to drive the enemy back—was something worth boasting about anywhere. It would be no exaggeration to say it deserved a place in the history books!
Looking at them, Bai Yang thought for a moment and said, "I don't understand military strategy, but it seems to me that Great Light is advancing with overwhelming force to cow the world. They'll sweep us aside like dry weeds and rotten wood, then roll straight through. It'll be incredibly difficult to stop them. And even if we hold off their first wave at any cost, Chu Tianya will only strike back even harder in his fury. A defense that lasts long enough is bound to fail. Once the enemy smashes through our line, nothing will stand between them and the open plains behind us. So I don't think simply digging in and defending to the death is the answer."
After hearing Bai Yang out, everyone fell silent. The atmosphere grew so oppressive it was hard to breathe. The thought of the Great Light Dynasty's advance weighed heavily on every person present.
"Mr. Bai, we understand everything you've said. Digging in and defending to the death is the safest approach. We should gather our forces and hold