Seemingly never expecting the Governor's Residence's army to attack from this direction, the bunkers put up an extremely feeble defense, offering only scattered machine-gun fire and shelling before the main forces quickly overwhelmed them.
At the final moment before they fell, they detonated the enormous quantities of explosives buried inside the bunkers, taking several hundred enemies down with them.
Leng Xiyue watched from afar. Rather than looking grieved, she looked delighted.
They took the bait. The fish took the bait.
There were only so many possible attack routes: a frontal assault or a detour. A frontal assault was so stupid that even a fool would not choose it, leaving only the detour.
As for where to make that detour, it scarcely required any thought.
Miho Nishizumi had simply put herself in the attackers' position and worked it out within minutes.
What these vermin considered the best strategy was merely a middling one, and extremely easy to counter. The best strategy was naturally the seemingly troublesome wide flanking route. Whether they entered through the Heaven Dou Empire or the Far North, vast plains awaited them. That would have been an extremely deadly threat.
But these vermin had already activated a million-strong puppet army, with enormous daily consumption. Would they choose such a time-consuming plan?
Obviously not. Thus, from the moment she learned that the enemy had begun assembling its forces, Miho Nishizumi considered this war a certain victory.
That did not really mean they were stupid. After all, she and Leng Xiyue had arranged for Huang Yan to give his speech beforehand. It was like a sharp sword: unless the Governor's Residence promptly activated enough troops to respond, the Armored Division would run it clean through sooner or later. Activating too few would therefore accomplish nothing.
And activating too many led