Now, this opportunity has slipped through his fingers.
If they were to launch a frontal assault against the city defense artillery now, the Yangsheng Army would pay a terrible price, and the town would still suffer.
Ren Zhong gained nothing.
He heaved a deep sigh in his heart.
Mercy to others is cruelty to one's own.
The wastelanders in Zhaoshan Town were born and raised here, and their livelihoods are also here.
They are tightly bound to Zhaoshan Town, with no choice.
If I spare them, who will spare my warriors?
The essence of a soldier should be to stand for their position, regardless of right or wrong!
The most perfect scenario Ren Zhong had ever imagined was to subdue the enemy without battle by relying on superior strength.
After all, his preparations were too thorough, his forces too strong, that his opponents should not have had the courage to resist.
Then, no matter the casualties of his own or the enemy, they could be minimized.
