After settling Cha Fuli and Jie Anhuai, the generals returned to the main tent and continued watching the battle of Worthy Prince City.
They watched and discussed at the same time.
"Worthy indeed of the River Guard Army. Their fighting spirit is enviable."
"I defended Worthy Prince City for seven years. Watching this battle now leaves me both heartsore and gratified. Back then, we truly suffered beyond measure. We had nothing we needed; we were simply filling the gaps with lives. Fortunately, after all these years, Worthy Prince City has changed completely. Look at those Explosive Talisman Vats, look at those soldiers cultivating fine techniques. One is earth, the other heaven."
"Barring any accidents, give the Demon Race a hundred years and they still won't take Worthy Prince City. Look at those officers and soldiers—tsk, tsk. Even I, a Third Rank general, admire them."
"Everyone sitting here has dealt with the Demon Race, but when it comes to fighting, the River Guard Army is still unmatched."
"Look there, that unit on the western wall has mastered the Five-Five Battle Formation to perfection. Two sword-and-shield soldiers, two spearmen, and an archer—every one of them Entry Rank. Killing Demon Race warriors below Middle Rank is like thrusting into dead pork. When I was Lower Rank, I was nowhere near that capable."
"It isn't only their small-unit combat that is formidable. Look at those several units numbering over a thousand: encirclement, interpenetration, division—they're practically playing a game on a chessboard, making flowers bloom from their tactics. They've beaten the Demon Race senseless. If nothing unexpected happens, those units should be personally commanded by the Poison Strategist. Only he can spot the weaknesses in the Demon Race army at the first moment and resolve them with ease."
"The Gao Family Army defending the front