Jiang Qiao was ultimately a scholar-type official. Although searching for his wife over the years had put him through many twists and turns and given him some experience in Jianghu, he truly didn't have as broad a perspective on this matter as Jiang Yue did.
After hearing his son's simple analysis, he understood that asking for reinforcements really wasn't a workable option.
By the time reinforcements arrived, it would be far too late. The round trip to get help would take at least three months, even by a conservative estimate.
What's more, the Earth Smoke Disaster forced them to take many detours. The risks involved in those routes hadn't even been factored in.
Even setting those factors aside, if they did manage to bring in reinforcements, would a force assembled in such a hurry, with no training and no shared understanding, really be capable of large-scale combat?
Especially when they'd be sent to fight in a completely unfamiliar world—it would be like sending them to their deaths. And the more of them there were, the more would die.
Fighting in the Underground World was different. Once they were surrounded by the Underground Race, even a force of several hundred thousand would be useless. Throw them into the Underground World, and it would be no different from being lost in an ocean.
Besides, how much material and equipment would such a massive force need? How would they maintain the supply lines? How would they provide food, drink, and other necessities for hundreds of thousands of people?
Thinking of all this, Jiang Qiao gave a wry smile. "I was being rash. Getting reinforcements really isn't that easy."
San Gou pounded his chest and declared, "Then we won't get reinforcements. It's just Titan City-state, isn't it? We've seen what the Flower Demon Clan