"Do you really plan to wipe out an entire Iron Cavalry with these landmines?"
Chenyinzi, however, laughed, "Destroying an entire elite Vanguard Camp would indeed be a major blow, like losing a pair of eyes. Ironically, it's the main army you want to ambush that will pose a problem. Seated there is a Grandmaster of the Martial Meridian who can mobilize the martial formation at any moment—then, at most, a few unlucky ones would die, wasting a chance to use a Divine Skill."
In the past half month, Chenyinzi had watched An Jing calmly organize troops and drones, burying landmines at key locations, and though the crucial point was indeed the Heavenly Mechanism Arms that An Jing had somehow procured, his handling and control over his troops were indeed praiseworthy.
"That Iron Kite, if armed in large numbers and controlled by you, could truly make one man an army."
