Yu Zhengxing sighed inwardly as he listened to Senior Brother Wan's complaints.
How could he not know that taking the initiative and fighting an unfettered battle was what Shanmen's Sword Cultivators truly excelled at? But the question was, how many of these people were Sword Cultivators?
Even counting the manpower from several small states and minor traditions, they numbered fewer than a thousand, with fewer than a hundred and fifty Shanmen Sword Cultivators among them. He was not so arrogant as to take so few men deep into the desert to provoke the Undead Legion.
Sending all the Sword Cultivators out to wage guerrilla warfare might not accomplish much, while the remaining rabble would lose their backbone. Expecting them to stay in the forest belt and resist the Undead Legion would undoubtedly be a fool's dream.
It was precisely because of all these concerns that he had ultimately decided against marching out to meet them. War was a murderous weapon, not to be wielded without caution. This was not a matter of a few cultivators charging over and blindly throwing themselves into a fight. There were far, far too many factors to consider.
"With a forest belt nearly two thousand li long, each of our people would have to cover three or four li. That means one small squad defending more than ten li. I don't want this to turn into such a mindless war of confrontation, but I can't think of any other way.
"What worries me most is that the Undead Legion might dispense with a main thrust altogether, spread out evenly, and attack along the entire front. Our defenses would inevitably be riddled with holes. What would we do if they set fire to the forest as well?"
It was too difficult. Advancing would not do, defending