Previously, Huo Ling had praised the former commander, Moli, for being sensible—a good devil.
But Huo Ling had praised him too soon. The moment the fellow received word that he no longer had to serve as commander, he had swept all the liquid funds from the Commander's Residence into his own pocket.
When Huo Ling took over as commander, there was not a single Calamity Coin available for him to use.
Although this was something every commander did when rotating out of a defensive post, Huo Ling was still furious.
To think he had regarded Moli as a good devil. What a complete misjudgment!
Without liquid funds, Huo Ling had no way to recruit soldiers on his own. And right now, the troops across the entire war zone's defensive line were only barely sufficient.
Once a major battle began, without resources for reinforcements, they would enter a vicious cycle.
The fewer troops there were, the greater the casualties; the greater the casualties, the fewer troops remained.
If another commander had taken Huo Ling's position, the only thing he could do would be to work harder and personally join more battles, easing the pressure on the defensive line.
Or he could pay out of his own pocket to recruit a batch of soldiers to fill the gap first, then slowly plug the hole once the war zone began producing returns.
But who was Huo Ling? How could he bear to spend his own money recruiting troops? He directly opened more than a hundred enormous portals.
From every portal, endless streams of Black Iron-rank Skeleton Warriors and Silver-rank Skeleton Officers marched out in formation.
This time, Huo Ling had directly summoned a full ten million skeleton troops and five hundred thousand Dark Warriors as reinforcements to defend the city.
And this rotation