"Brain-dead." That was Sui Xiong's assessment of the Noble Faction actually choosing to start a war at dusk.
Fighting after dark was inconvenient for both sides equally.
But thanks to their rigorous training, the Merchant Faction's new army should have been more accustomed to coordinated combat. The night would certainly weaken them, but probably not by much.
The Noble Faction was different. Their elite troops came from many different territories. Even if they had undergone some joint training, they could not possibly compare to the Merchant Faction's forces, who had spent a long time in specialized drills. Fighting by day would have been one thing, but trying to fight in the dark at night was clearly disadvantageous for them.
So what the hell were they thinking?
Sui Xiong had only two words for it.
"Brain-dead!"
He did not know what the Noble Faction's commanders were thinking, but in his view, no matter how ingenious an idea might seem, it should not fly in the face of the fundamental principles of war.
If you did that, then even if you won, it would only be luck.
When it came to military matters, Sui Xiong had been heavily influenced by several online friends from the "steamroll school." Those people utterly disdained scheming and insisted that crushing the enemy head-on with overwhelming strength was the only true path in warfare. Back when Sui Xiong watched films or read novels, he had often marveled at how brilliant the strategies in them were. But after being criticized by those friends several times, he finally understood how shallow his own thinking had been.
Instead of wasting time on all those fancy tricks, it was better to keep your head down and cultivate your inner strength. Since ancient times, almost every famed general capable of using troops