"Fuck, what else can we do? Lead the troops and attack!"

Duan Weijun did not hesitate.

Ning Fan asked again, "But when you lead your troops here, you find that there are 600,000 troops stationed here, and a high-level [Thousand Soul Level] commander. What will you do?"

Duan Weijun was stunned.

He does have a military mindset.

If someone from his family died, he would definitely lead his troops to seek revenge.

But the problem is, this lineup...

How to play?

There will definitely be [Thousand Soul Level] strongmen in Region G, and there may even be people at the same level as Guan Shanyue.

But is a war of this scale worth fighting?

Thinking of this, Duan Weijun understood one thing.

It seems that even if Sayyef is killed, the war cannot be fought.

Yecheng is now like a hard bone without any meat.

Even if you bite hard, you can't get the meat.

On the contrary, it is possible that the teeth will break.

Thinking of this, Duan Weijun, who had brought himself into this, began to feel a little uncomfortable.

We can't fight, and we have to gather a large number of troops here...

This feels similar to the former F District.

It was a similar feeling when Region F had no power in Yefengkou.

"Even so, it's just a stalemate at best."

Guan Shanyue asked again: "What's next?"

Ning Fan smiled.

He looked at Doville again.

"Commander Doville, how have you been doing with the things I've assigned to you during this time?"

Doville shuddered.

He felt a little guilty and nervous.

"My father promised to come to Yefengkou, but the core personnel of the headquarters...are unwilling to come."