Xiao Mo believed these eighteen thousand or so men were enough!
The same principle still held: risk and reward were destined to go hand in hand...
Xiao Mo could not sit and wait for death. He had to make the most of his fortress's advantages.
It was already too late to transfer troops from Tiger-Suppressing Pass.
Besides, Li Wei had brought a total of two hundred and eighty thousand troops over the course of this campaign!
Twelve Forward Bases formed an interlocking defensive network, supporting one another.
If Xiao Mo's position fell, it could very well drag the other eleven fortresses down with it.
Having made his decision, Xiao Mo had to hold this stronghold firmly.
He immediately ordered the remaining eighteen thousand or so troops to rest where they stood...
Xiao Mo prepared to meet the next wave of attacks.
After forty-five minutes of rest, the Chu Yun Empire's final assault was almost upon them...
Xiao Mo's heart ached. These eighteen thousand or so soldiers had followed him through life and death!
Yet now, half of his men had fallen just like that.
But what, in the end, did war bring people...
Given the Dou Qi Continent's productivity, people should already have had no worries about food or clothing.
Yet countless cultivators still wanted to enter the Central Plains Continent like moths hurtling into a flame.
Even Xiao Mo and Wang Miaojun were no different, let alone ordinary people.
Xiao Mo sighed. "It looks like we'll lose even more men in this war!"
But Xiao Mo had never been someone who feared hardship.
He believed he could overcome every obstacle.
Soon, the Chu Yun Empire's final wave of attacks arrived.
Xiao Mo immediately ordered the entire army to engage the enemy!
He also had the drummers bolster the army's