Chu Yao couldn't help but ask.

The tactical skills of these ancient gods' warriors are extremely poor and they are not challenging at all.

"You overestimate it, I don't."

"The strong are very strong, and the weak are very weak. This is a common problem among all alien armies."

"Most alien races don't have a central system like humans do to distribute resources to different classes. They simply allow their people to grow wildly. As a result, the strong are destined to become stronger, while the weak become cannon fodder."

"As for discipline and tactical proficiency, they're actually pretty good. The strength of these three should be enough to match our group of new recruits."

Lu Hongzhuang explained a few words.

With their current strength, killing a few soldiers is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

"Change your thinking. I'll charge and you'll raid."

Hearing this, Chu Yao thought for a moment and spoke immediately.

Be timid when you should be timid, and be reckless when you should be reckless.

"Yes, sir."

Lu Hongzhuang's tone was a little vague.

She seemed really excited tonight.

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A few minutes later.

Tavern.

Without even using weapons, the team was completely wiped out with just one punch.

Karma will always pay off.

Chu Yao also experienced the days when he was killed while eating hot pot and singing songs.

Only now, the identities of victim and perpetrator have been reversed.

This is war.

Blood for blood, tooth for tooth.

Chu Yao looked at the corpses all over the ground and the still boiling hot pot, picked up some fire and set the place on fire.

"Murder and arson, that's very particular."

Lu Hongzhuang, who is still invisible, made this comment.

Chu Yao glanced at the source of the sound and didn't see her. He then looked at the blazing flames and pried them twice to make them burn more fully.

Then he waved his hand and strode into the city.

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