Jiedushi Mansion, rear hall.
The hall was brightly lit, its atmosphere grave.
Wei Zhaodu sat in the main seat, his expression dark.
Han Shizhong sat to his right, and his expression was no better.
On both sides of the hall sat more than a dozen commanding generals from the various divisions of the Allied Army, every one of them grim-faced.
"Marquis," a burly general with a face full of flesh rose to his feet, his voice booming like thunder.
"If that Lin bastard won't come, we'll go ourselves! His camp is right outside the city. I'd like to see what gives him the nerve to keep everything for himself!"
"Exactly!" Another tall, thin man stood up. "Our Allied Army has a hundred thousand men. Are we supposed to fear his twenty thousand?"
"That's right, Marquis. Just give the word, and we'll lead the troops over there now!"
"Enough." Han Shizhong's voice was not loud, yet the hall instantly fell silent.
His heavy gaze swept across everyone present as he slowly spoke.
"Why do you think he dares to be so fearless, sitting back and watching tigers fight?"
The crowd exchanged glances.
Han Shizhong rose and walked to the center of the hall, looking at the Lingnan Dao Topographical Map hanging on the wall.
"All of his soldiers are Tier 3."
The hall fell deathly silent.
"Tier 3?" The burly general's voice cracked.
"How is that possible? In all of Great Xia, only elite special forces like the Imperial City Dragon Guard are entirely Tier 3 in strength.
How could he possibly have twenty thousand Tier 3 soldiers?"
Han Shizhong turned around and looked at him.
"I don't know where exactly they came from.
But according to intelligence, those identical black-armored soldiers under his command possess at least early Tier 3