Striking down dissidents and strengthening oneself—such things existed within every power. Lin Qi's words won Stann's approval. He nodded, then waved to the young officer standing beside him. "Gather all the commanders in the conference room. Have them bring the battle plans they've drawn up. We must launch an attack on the other races as soon as possible!"
Lin Qi smiled and nodded to Stann. After giving him a few instructions, he silently departed from what had once been the Gallic Empire's military headquarters, now the command headquarters of the Dragon Mountain Empire's Northern Army Group. Lin Qi had instructed Stann to keep Enzo and several old brothers by his side, so they could learn from his command skills and his ability to control the overall situation.
Enzo and the others' individual strength was beyond question, and their experience on localized battlefields was equally impeccable. But when it came to large-scale army operations, Enzo and the others had virtually no experience at all. Countless brutal battles awaited Lin Qi in the future, and any one of them could be a colossal campaign involving over ten million troops. Lin Qi had to let Enzo and the others begin accumulating experience now. After all, he only had so many commanders he could use.
The old men of the Black Tiger Family were all absolutely trustworthy, but they were invincible when leading a band of pirates to rob and plunder. If asked to command regular armies, they would probably not even realize when they had marched into an ambush.
As for the Lion Clan among the Twelve Ancient Clans, whose command of military formations had reached a level nearly akin to the Dao, Lin Qi knew full well how terrifying they were in war. But he did not dare use their clansmen. Who