"Charge in, kill them all, burn everything, loot everything, ravage everything!"
With a shout from Constantine, twenty-five thousand allied troops from two tribes surged towards the mid-mountain Flame Demon Tribe like a tidal wave.
…
If it weren't for the Mirror Demon King's conspiracy, Constantine's strategy would have been correct.
The Flame Demon Tribe's castle was halfway up the mountain, easy to defend and hard to attack, coupled with Lanling's unparalleled archery skills.
Sending three thousand men to attack was just sending them to die, with no chance of return.
The only solution was to pile on with human lives, using wave tactics.
No need for twenty or thirty thousand, even an army of ten thousand would suffice.
An army of ten thousand swarming straight to the castle walls meant victory.
No matter how formidable Lanling was, how many could he kill? A thousand? Two thousand? Three thousand?
His spiritual power was formidable, but not infinite.
