The east consisted of six allied regions, with twenty-one main cities and a force of 3.1 million troops. For now, they had only set up a simple warning perimeter and had not constructed any defenses, perhaps being extremely confident in their own strength.
That was indeed true. Nearly ninety percent of those 3.1 million troops were Tier 1 soldiers. With such strength, who could stand against them? Their power truly was somewhat terrifying.
Great Qin now had 3.8 million troops. Although its total forces outnumbered those of the eastern faction, it had fewer Tier 1 soldiers. Zhao Fu did not intend to attack head-on, as the casualties would be rather severe.
Zhao Fu and the many generals had long discussed this matter and had already formulated their tactics.
"Not good! That faction has come attacking with troops!" An alarm rang out across the six regions. The eastern faction was not surprised—they had long been on guard for this day—but they had not expected the enemy to move so quickly.
The forces of the six regions rapidly gathered, and the city lords of the six regions convened in an emergency meeting. A burly man hurriedly asked, "How many troops do they have? How many city lords?"
One city lord who had received the information smiled easily. "At most two million, perhaps not even that many. Only sixty percent are Tier 1 soldiers, while the rest of their Tier 1 troops have yet to arrive. They only have twelve city lords as well. We hold a tremendous advantage."
Hearing this, the many city lords relaxed slightly. This was a force they could handle. Unless something unforeseen happened, they would definitely win.
Still, with forces this powerful, no single region could have held them back. But now that they had joined forces,