This time, the Feng Imperial Dynasty dispatched 200,000 Houtian Martial Artists. Combined with the ones who escaped a few days ago, the total came to over 230,000 men. The commander was extremely furious. With an army of millions, he had somehow been reduced to acting like a solitary, isolated warlord. Only the Wen Dynasty had managed to gather those deserters, scraping together around 300,000 troops. Yet their morale looked thoroughly lackluster, bringing their total troop strength to well under 600,000.
I maxed out my taunting skills, putting on the act of a magnanimous do-gooder as I openly sent someone to deliver a message: since they had traveled from afar and were a weary force, I would grant them three days to rest and regroup before coming out of the city to fight them to the finish.
Originally, those men had been somewhat discouraged, feeling they lacked sufficient manpower. They never expected that I would actually come out to fight a decisive battle with them. What made them even more furious was that their own food supplies were genuinely inadequate. Whatever grain they had previously possessed had already been looted by me. Now that the main army was stationed here, there was no basic food supply to speak of, primarily because the surrounding cities were completely devoid of grain.
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