"Damn, this armor is awesome."
Han Xin ran a hand over the heavy infantry in front of him.
Being suddenly pulled into a dream had caught him off guard, but he was immediately drawn in by the army before him.
The two hundred thousand troops Sun Wu had prepared were naturally not all ordinary light infantry.
There were ranged legions, heavy infantry, light cavalry, heavy cavalry—every kind of unit you could imagine.
As for their talents, they varied according to the situation, but were all basic types like Strength, Defense, and Agility.
It was the standard setup Sun Wu had used earlier when laying the groundwork for Qi Fei.
Han Xin, however, didn't care about any of that.
Elite Talents and the like could all be adjusted to suit the situation, couldn't they? What was there to care about?
What really caught his eye was the army's equipment.
The moment he saw it, he felt as if he were surrounded by a kind of lavishness he'd never experienced before.
The air seemed to be filled with the smell of money.
Just breathing it in felt like the scent of money might cut him.
Han Xin tried to suppress the corners of his mouth, which kept creeping upward.
It was very difficult.
You couldn't expect someone whose daily routine involved drilling a few conscripts before taking them into battle to stay calm at the sight of these walking tanks.
When had he ever fought a battle this well-funded?
"Calm down. It's all just a dream."
Han Xin tried to convince himself with that excuse.
But he knew perfectly well that if this equipment could be used in a dream meant for military simulations, then in reality they must have equipment of equal quality—or even better.
Otherwise, what would be the point