There was an ancient saying: a sufficiently formidable army, even if it was only a small squad, could possess the imposing might of a thousand troops and ten thousand horses.
Sui Xiong had never believed such a saying. Earth was not this world; without mid-tier and even higher-level freaks who had grasped battle aura and become dozens, hundreds, even thousands of times stronger than the limits of the human body... how could mere flesh and blood possibly cheat its way into such an imposing presence?
Perhaps on Earth, that saying had merely been a romanticized fantasy. But in this world, it was genuinely possible.
"How... how could this be?" Sui Xiong stared in astonishment at the soldiers below, who had formed neat ranks and were marching past the high platform to be reviewed by the core leaders of the Northwest Republic.
There were not many of them, only a little over a hundred at most. As an experimental unit, they had never needed great numbers. Yet these mere hundred-odd soldiers, marching across the square, truly carried the momentum of a thousand troops and ten thousand horses charging in with a roar.
Well, saying that they were equivalent to a thousand troops and ten thousand horses might not even have been wrong. An ordinary "thousand troops and ten thousand horses" probably could not defeat this mere hundred-odd people—who had ever seen an army made entirely of formally ranked individuals? Not to mention that the proportion of mid-tier members in this unit was astonishingly high, roughly one out of every five or six.
Generally speaking, among so-called elite soldiers, roughly one out of every ten would be a ranked expert. They were responsible for lower-level command during battle and for fighting hard battles when necessary. If conditions allowed, one mid-tier expert would