No wonder Teacher Yang had waited until everyone else had left before saying this.
After all, thanks to his performance at Unity Fortress and his year-long campaign across the Dawn Nebula, where he had toyed with more than ten times his forces in Imperial troops, Yang Xiyi held a certain standing in the eyes of the Commonwealth officers and soldiers. A title like "Hell Puppeteer" sounded like it belonged to a high-IQ, antisocial, sadistic maniac, so it naturally hadn't caught on. But newspapers from the Commonwealth to the Alliance had already started calling him "the War Magician" and "Miracle Yang" instead of using his name.
But if word got out that the undefeated magician was so pessimistic about the defenses of the Far Shore Theater, there would be no need to worry about the morale of the millions of troops at Saide Fortress.
Even so, Yu Lian wasn't surprised. He merely nodded and smiled, calm as ever. "I understand."
"No, you don't," Yang Xiyi said firmly.
"..." Yu Lian thought that, as a protagonist, being lectured like an idiot was a rather novel experience. Still, he was a magnanimous man, so he decided not to take offense.
After all, this was Yang Xiyi. Even if he didn't mean to mock Yu Lian, he'd still manage to land a pointed jab.
"You're thinking that the Empire could abandon all its plans to rush the fortress directly, and even give up those mysterious, esoteric tricks. It could simply build fortifications in front of you and pile up troops, then fight a war of attrition with overwhelming superiority. Am I right?" Yang Xiyi asked.
"That's the only kind of warfare I don't know how to counter. Outsiders are misled by the fantasies of armchair writers, and always assume that a war of attrition