"Very simple."
"Open a betting match."
Ye Lin said casually.
"A bet?"
"How would we bet?"
The generals looked at one another, their faces filled with confusion.
"Set up an Arena. The armies, powerhouses, and battle formations of the three Imperial Dynasties will all wager against one another."
"If the powerhouses lose, they voluntarily withdraw from the Southern Region. If the battle formations lose, they withdraw. If the armies lose, they withdraw as well."
"That way, whoever loses must leave the Southern Region. In the end, whichever side has the most powerhouses left will hold the initiative in the Southern Region."
As soon as Ye Lin said this, the generals exchanged glances again.
Even Nie Zhao, seated at the head of the table, tapped his fingers against it and fell into thought.
This... had some substance to it.
The losers would withdraw from the Southern Region.
That way, as long as they kept winning, the side with the most remaining powerhouses in the end would hold the initiative in the Southern Region.
What this tested was pure, hard strength.
And no one would strike to kill during the matches.
This would resolve the immediate predicament without harming the goodwill between them.
"Deputy Marshal, what if, in the end, our strength isn't enough to destroy the Great Frost Imperial Dynasty?"
"Then destroy the Great Frost Imperial Dynasty first, and wager afterward."
The generals fell silent.
They began discussing in low voices, debating the feasibility of Ye Lin's plan.
It sounded feasible.
But they needed to deliberate first.
After all, war was no child's play. They had to ensure everything was foolproof, and they also had to make sure they could win completely.
Otherwise, what was the point of setting up this Arena?
They had come up with the scheme themselves.
Yet