"What is the fox demons' attack cycle like?" Lin Nan asked as he looked through the booklet in his hands.
Before him stood a round-faced man of about fifty, clad in heavy armor. His name was Fan Hua, and he was the deputy general of the camp.
Unlike Lin Nan, who had only been temporarily assigned here, Fan Hua was a true veteran of the military camp and cultivated military martial arts.
At that moment, Fan Hua knelt on one knee and cupped his fists.
"Reporting to the Commandant, fox demons usually strike most frequently at midnight. They are skilled in seduction and exceedingly sinister. They often use mindless, untransformed demon beasts to feign attacks, while secretly launching assaults along multiple routes, making them impossible to guard against."
"So cunning?"
"Yes, sir. Fox demons excel at manipulating people's hearts. They are better attacked than defended against. By my reckoning, it is almost time for the fox demons to move again. Should we take the initiative and strike first?"
"No."
"No?" Deputy General Fan Hua froze.
"What do you mean, no...?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. Do nothing. Just defend." Lin Nan's expression remained calm as he swept his gaze over the five men before him.
West Camp had a thousand men, divided into four columns. Most were Blood-Qi Realm martial artists, with a small number in the Skin-and-Flesh Realm.
The four column squad leaders before him were all Skin-and-Flesh Realm third-layer martial artists at perfection, while Deputy General Fan Hua alone was a Sinews-and-Bones Realm first-layer expert.
The five men averaged around fifty years old. They were in the period of declining qi and blood. Though rich in practical combat experience, their true fighting strength might not match their realms.
Deputy General Fan Hua, squad leaders Fu Qiang, Wu Cheng,