War; it was slowly becoming a battle of wills.
Whoever wavered first, whichever side showed fear, they would lose.
Fortunately, the east troops had an experienced god general in charge, who made suitable adjustments based on the situation. After the slight adjustments to the cannons, Zheng He ordered, "Deputy Pei!"
"Yes, admiral!"
"Bring your Personal Guards, the reserve forces, and two thousand sword-shield soldiers to cut in from the two wings. You have to one shot them and destroy their mental state. Understood?" Zheng He pushed up all the troops he could use to fight proactively.
"Yes, admiral!"
Pei Donglai fully trusted Admiral Zheng He.
"Remember, you only have half an hour." Zheng He's expression was still extremely tense. All the east troops were like a tightly pulled bow; they might break at any moment.
"Understood!" Pei Donglai turned around and left.
