In the living room.
Chen Mo looked at Hu Qiang in front of him, lightly tapping his fingers on the table, his face slightly tensed.
He had not ruled out the idea of besieging the city.
But the military books say that the battle for a siege requires three times the encirclement, ten times the attack.
The defense army of Pingting County numbers in the thousands, not counting the workers within the city; without ten thousand troops, how could it be taken down?
Moreover, at present, he was the only one in the village with sheer might; others were almost all ordinary people. Without inside help, they shouldn't even think about breaking in.
"Did you tell them that our village's able-bodied youth only number eight hundred?" Chen Mo asked.
"I did." Hu Qiang replied, "Immortal Master Chen, I said everything you taught me to say, and what you didn't teach me, I didn't mention at all."
"Then why would he have me attack Pingting County?"
