"It should be because of... personnel and resources, right?"
Xu Yuan's fingertips gently traced the cool mat beneath him, feeling the chill:
"Personnel and resources?"
Jia Yi's emerald eyes flickered with complexity as the crisp sound of her voice echoed in the dim, silent guest room:
"The Former King... he was a very farsighted person. From the very beginning, he knew that even if we Tatar people initially broke into the interior, as soon as you started increasing your stakes, this would inevitably become a doomed war."
"...."
If an ant wants to swallow an elephant, then the alignment of timing, terrain, and unity is necessary.
Fifty years ago, although the internal structure of Dayan had already decayed to resemble the late Ming era in Xu Yuan's past life, its martial prowess remained strong.
The fertile lands of the Central Plains gave Dayan a practically insurmountable advantage in combat strength compared to surrounding alien races.
