As a fellow battle general, Jiang Cuicui understood perfectly well.
In a battle formation focused on slaughter, the commanding general's control of the rhythm and timing of formation charges was crucial. A hair's breadth of error could lead a thousand miles astray.
And for the Cross Mingwang Formation, a slaughter formation among slaughter formations, controlling the rhythm and timing of charges was ten times more complicated than for an ordinary slaughter formation.
To unleash the killing power the Cross Vajra Slaughter Formation ought to possess, the battle formation had to be divided into units of at least a hundred men.
Given the scale of Xu Taiping's three-thousand-man battle formation, he had to control the changing rhythm and timing of charges for at least thirty small units.
If this were compared to a game of Go...
Then he had to follow the changing lines of play at thirty positions on the board simultaneously.
At this moment, the Old Martial God Zhu Huai also drew a deep breath and said:
"Judging by the battle before us, Xu Taiping has probably divided this formation into not thirty units, but forty or even fifty."
Beside him, Jiang Cuicui's mouth twitched, and then her gaze sharpened as she said:
"No wonder this battle formation of merely three thousand men looks as though it has the combat power of six or seven thousand."
Behind them, Xiahou Qingyuan, who knew a little about commanding troops, listened to Zhu Huai and Jiang Cuicui's exchange, and a flash of horror passed through his eyes.
Xiahou Qingyuan had once run simulations at his clan's training grounds.
If he were commanding troops, he could control at most ten units simultaneously, nowhere near what Xu Taiping was doing now.
Boom!
Just then, while everyone was still absorbed in the formidable combat power