Aurelion was confused by Strider's instructions. "Sir, we've got a hundred and fifty thousand men, so why not send all of them? Wouldn't that increase our chances of winning?"

Strider glanced at Aurelion before jumping down from the tree. "None of our men have had a proper meal over the past seven days, so they won't be at their fighting best. Plus, we don’t need that many people. By my count, ten thousand of our elites will do the trick."

Aurelion took a deep breath. He had no doubts about Strider's abilities. When the Eight Hollows invaded them, everyone saw how Strider had defended their country on Jerome's behalf. Thus, Aurelion said, "On your orders, sir."

Strider instructed, "Have everyone bring all their food and redistribute them to our brothers who will be storming the base. Let's give them a proper meal before they go. We storm the base in two hours."

"Yes, sir." Aurelion immediately made the arrangements.

All the remaining food was gathered and Strider picked out five