"Have you heard? The Life Divine Religion's Divine Wolf Warrior Legion was almost completely wiped out."
"What? Those mons-uh, those powerful divine warriors were defeated? When did that happen?"
Several soldiers huddled in a corner, talking in hushed voices and instinctively glancing around as they spoke. The first speaker answered quietly.
"Two nights ago. They were going to raid that Dierjia legion's camp. There were several thousand Divine Wolf Warriors, and I heard there were hundreds of thousands of those terrifying bats in the sky."
"And they lost?"
"They lost. They were wiped out before half the night was over. Even the ones in the sky barely escaped."
"How do you know?"
"I heard it from soldiers who retreated from the north. They said the Dierjia army had an even more terrifying monster. It's over ten meters long, some kind of Steam-Powered Iron War Machine covered in heavy weapons. Never mind ordinary soldiers-even Divine Wolf Warriors get crushed the instant they run into it."
"Then... how are we supposed to beat the Dierjia People?"
The already nervous soldiers grew even less confident, discussing how far the Dierjia People had advanced.
Psychological warfare was a vital tactic on two fronts: one's own soldiers and the enemy's. Mulan had deliberately let some defeated Kingsbia stragglers escape, and the effects were beginning to show.
People always found reasons for their failures. If they refused to admit they were cowardly and incompetent, the only explanation was that the enemy was too powerful to resist. Besides, that was hardly much of an exaggeration.
As they whispered, they suddenly smelled the stench of a wild beast and heard unmistakable panting. Their bodies stiffened slightly. They turned toward the opening of the corner, then looked up. A Werewolf clung to the top of the wall, watching them.