Lynn's greatest shortcoming was his lack of elite troops. Ten years ago, what had limited the expansion of every great figure had always been a shortage of elites.
Countless strong leaders could only stop short and sigh.
Even now, Lynn's weakness was still a lack of elite combat strength.
The five Guard Armies, bluntly speaking, could not even scrape together a hundred thousand men combined.
The remaining Northwest Knight Order, the former Empire's elite force, the vampires from the former Empire controlled by Yuffie, and the demi-humans under Lilim were all another matter.
They did not belong to the Mobile Forces.
The true mobile elite consisted of the five Guard Armies, totaling around eighty thousand men.
That was why Lynn himself was reluctant to deploy the two Guard Armies currently on expedition.
He could only send ordinary troops in their place.
Among ordinary troops, anyone above 3rd Rank counted as elite.
Fortunately, Lynn's side was producing ordinary soldiers at a breathtaking pace.
The Second Servant Army Corps had been transported over as well.
There were thirty thousand men in total; with the two corps combined, that made ninety thousand.
Against the enemy's eighty thousand, of whom thirty thousand were elite, they still had a chance of winning.
Meanwhile, Wellington had fifty thousand men in the mountains. He did not attack, instead wrestling with the guerrillas while focusing on logistics.
Lynn judged that he was not the type to charge ahead rashly. Without an absolute advantage in troop numbers, he would not launch an attack unless forced to.
And the Devil Race would not force him. Only the allied army might, but the Central Lands Allied Army's say amounted to a pile of shit.
No one would force him.
What came next was ninety thousand ordinary troops versus thirty thousand 6th