Su Xing'er heard the voice, and her expression immediately turned somber.
Inside the tent, it wasn't just her; there were more than a dozen others, all generally young, with the oldest looking not quite thirty, and the youngest just over twenty.
"The strength of this Evergreen Valley is indeed a bit weak. Although the 150,000 men are numerically comparable to Cai Qiu's defeated army, at most only a little over 3,000 are at the Cold Resistance Level, and we don't have even one at the Xianyang Level. How do we fight like this?"
