Once he had regained his Sanity, Pan Long ate his fill, took a few bottles of Sanity Recovery Potion, and headed for the front line.
It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep. According to Doctor's assessment, the Slavic army would attack after dark—and keep attacking all night.
Time was not on the Slavians' side. If nothing unexpected happened, the Nine Provinces Union's army would arrive around dusk tomorrow. When the Nine Provinces Union fought foreign enemies, it threw itself into the struggle with everything it had. Even an army of a hundred thousand might not hold out.
And what if it did? This was the Nine Provinces Union's territory!
Built around nine world-famous, colossal mobile cities, the Nine Provinces Union had brought together a vast number of mobile cities of every size to form the most populous nation in the world.
It was the only major power with a mobilizable population larger than Slavia's. Its industry was somewhat stronger, too.
It was only because foreign conquest offered little benefit in this era that the two neighboring powers had not come to blows long ago.
This time, the Slavians had broken their tacit understanding and brazenly invaded the Nine Provinces Union's territory, thoroughly enraging a country that usually had little international presence. Its foreign affairs spokesperson had not even delivered a lengthy speech, saying only, "Those who humiliate others will be humiliated; those who harm others will come to harm. Do not say you were not warned."
The fewer the words, the greater the matter. On a question of national policy, to say only those few words... Even Pan Long, who had no keen nose for politics, could smell gunpowder in the air.
As Doctor put it, "The question is no longer whether the Slavians want to fight. It's whether