Ning Zhuo pondered for a moment before agreeing.
Zhang Hei hesitated a bit: "The enemy camp on the mountainside is massive, three times the size of the one at the foot of the mountain, and bristling with banners. Clearly, it's much stronger than the camp at the foot of the mountain."
"Is the strategist, who is merely a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, capable of seizing the enemy forces by operating the Mechanical Army alone?"
Ning Zhuo smiled: "Thanks for your concern, General Zhang. As for my Mechanical Army, they know nothing of morale; even if they were to suffer defeat and fall into disarray, as long as they can buy you some time to wipe out the enemy camp, then I would consider it a successful battle."
"Even if the losses are severe, do not forget that according to the contract, I'm entitled to thirty percent of the spoils of war."
"I can simply purchase a large number of Mechanical Puppets and reassemble the army."
