Just as Lin Mo was about to leave, Long Zhan strode over.
His combat boots struck the concrete with steady, forceful steps.
"Commander Lin."
Long Zhan looked serious, his voice very low:
"We just received a reconnaissance report. The demons around the Fief have started moving."
Lin Mo raised an eyebrow. "Demons?"
"Yes."
Long Zhan nodded, glancing at the rockets continually rising in the distance.
White exhaust trails streaked across the sky, accompanied by rumbling explosions.
"We've been launching rockets so often, we're making too much noise."
"It's probably stirred up the demons. They're starting to get restless."
Lin Mo considered this for a moment.
This was within his expectations.
With Great Xia launching rockets and sending pillars of light skyward every day, it was hard not to attract attention.
The demons might not have been very bright, but they still had their instincts.
Sensing the activity, they would naturally come over to probe.
"How many?" Lin Mo asked.
"Not many. A hundred-odd thousand low-ranking cannon fodder, led by sixth-rank commanders at most."
Long Zhan sounded casual, as though he were commenting on the fine weather.
He paused, a smile curling his lips:
"Perfect timing. Our latest batch of weapons and soldiers haven't seen action yet."
"We can use these demons for practice and get accustomed to actual combat conditions ahead of time."
With that, he turned toward Yadis, the dragon lying nearby.
"And..."
Long Zhan lowered his voice further:
"We can also let our friends from the other races see the power of our Great Xia weapons."
Lin Mo: "..."
Well, now.
General Long was taking this opportunity to establish his authority.
But on reflection, that made sense.
Words alone gave the dragons no concrete sense of Great Xia's strength.
Unlike the other races, who had all witnessed the