The mercenaries of the neutral lands were famous for their bravery and bloodthirst, more so for these men who had fought their way from footsoldier to general. Each of them might be more capable than the next in battle, but they were mostly strangers to airship combat.

Even with Qianye’s experience, he felt that he would need at least two corvettes to maneuver in pincer formation to dismantle the enemy fleet safely. Otherwise, were these generals planning to tear the enemy airships apart by hand? Even if they could destroy small airships on their own, how would they stop them from escaping?

Nan Ruohuai was standing at a corner, listening with a smile. From the looks of it, he didn’t find it inappropriate at all that he was inviting the wolves into the house.

At this point, a general opened the door and entered the room. “Sire, all squads have been assembled, we only await your orders.”

Qianye pondered for a moment, then pointed to a couple of spots on the map. “Have half of our forces board airships and capture these three towns. The rest will follow me to Seclusion!”

One of the generals said, “Sire, don’t we need to leave anyone to watch over this place?”

Qianye...