Wen Zhong slowly said, "Most of the Baiyue Tribes live deep in the mountains and dense forests."
The generals nodded. That was the biggest problem. The Shang Army's soldiers were unfamiliar with the terrain. Deep in those ancient forests, even with better equipment and newly forged iron weapons, an ordinary Shang soldier might not be a match for an agile Yue fighter.
Wen Zhong continued, "The Baiyue Tribes hold the advantage of terrain. In the mountains, their ability to fight individually far exceeds that of the Shang Army. Even if they cannot win, they can use the terrain to slip away."
Wasn't that fucking obvious?
That was exactly why they were so hard to fight!
Wen Zhong's brow suddenly relaxed. "If we march in autumn and winter, even if the south does not see snow like the north, it will still be winter. Those Yue people barely have enough clothes to cover themselves. However far they flee, where can they hide?"
This was what he had learned from spending several months watching the snow in the North Sea.
Winter's bitter cold was more than anyone could bear, let alone the Yue people, who had few clothes to keep them warm.
As long as they advanced steadily, taking one town and stockade at a time and rooting out every place that offered shelter from wind and rain, the Yue people would have nowhere to run.
Wen Zhong continued, "Great Shang has not sent troops south for a hundred years, and successive Marquises of the South have not dared turn their spearheads toward Baiyue. The reasons are simple: Baiyue is hot and humid, plagued by biting insects and shrouded in miasma. Venomous creatures and savage beasts threaten the soldiers' lives, making marching extremely difficult. Only the Baiyue people, who have lived there