Although those before were all my own guesses, when this sentence really came out of Old John's mouth, Yang Dashuan was still shocked.

The alliance, which had been safely 50 years, finally began to restless again. The three empires wanted to take advantage of Yang Dashuan's title of winning the 10-year championship in one fell swoop to encourage his soldiers. This is a rare opportunity, because of the failure of ten-year years, the morale of the tribe and the elves empire will drop to a low point. [bsp;   'Ba!'

The cup in Yang Dashuan's hand was immediately shattered.

Joan of Derek screamed immediately, and while running away, he was preparing to recite the healing spell.

"It's okay!" Yang Dashuan waved his hand and signaled that Nizi didn't have to worry too much. With Mana's body protection, this kind of glass slag could not penetrate his skin at all.

Old John glanced at Yang Dashuan, who had no expression, and nodded calmly.

"Did those guys from the three empires take the wrong medicine?" Yang Dashuan sneered. "Do they still want to recreate what happened fifty years ago? Let's take the tribe as an example. In recent years, the west bank of the Suprati River has been doing well, and they have a bumper harvest every year. These foods are enough for the people they raise to be strong! The knives on the tribe have been sharpened, and they are just waiting for the alliance to take the initiative to start a war! The tribe's magic troops include sacrifices, cavalry, wolf cavalry, infantry, tauren warriors who are not afraid of life and death, and a large number of pig-head warriors."

Yang Dashuan looked at Old John and continued, "Now let's talk about the Elf Empire. The number of priests there generates more than ten times the base than the alliance. They have archers who can shoot birds down, and there are also white horses that are comparable to the wolf cavalry! I want to ask, are the leaders of the three empires grown up by eating shit?"

Although Yang Dashuan seemed to have never left the territory, in his heart, only Maple Leaf Town was his territory. Not only the tribe, but also the Elf Empire and even the Alliance were all drawn to the hostile side by him. Lao Yang has always been well aware of the military system of these three parties!

In his eyes, the Alliance wanted to start a war against the Horde and the Elves Empire because the heads of those people were squeezed by the door.

The only advantage of the league is that it has a large number of people!

Even if you exchange for the victory of several times the soldiers, or even more than ten times the population, the alliance will be greatly damaged.

Regarding Yang Dashuan's analysis, John Old not only did not refute, but instead nodded with appreciation. "You are right, but there are still a few points that have not been said!"

Yang Dashuan blinked his eyes and looked at his father-in-law in confusion. To be honest, he didn't know what the old man was thinking at all.

"The tribe has recently been cultivating a giant bat, which is half the size of a two-legged flying dragon. It is fierce in nature, fast in flight, and can fly for more than four hours in a row! As far as I know, the tribe has fully breeded such giant bats, and it is expected that a gang can be prepared by the end of this year! Once an emergency war occurs, the king of the tribe can even summon more than three gangs of giant bats in three days. Within one month, he will form more than twenty giant bats in one gang. Of course, this is just my conservative estimate!"

Old John looked at Yang Dashuan thoughtfully and said word by word. "In the war fifty years ago, the tribe had realized the importance of air supremacy."

Yang Dashuan widened his eyes. He didn't expect that there would be something like this.

The news he got was nothing more than a random range information about the lord set after the upgrade of the town hall. What Yang Dashuan knew was almost all the news he learned from the town hall in the past or two years. Before that, Lao Yang thought he was already well aware of the situation of the Bimon tribe, and it seemed that this was not the case now.

"There are also elf empires?" Yang Dashuan clenched Joan of Arc's little hand. Joan of Arc's hand was cold and Yang Dashuan hurriedly let out a few breaths of heat.

"It's true!" Old John said it truthfully without hiding it at all. "I just got the news recently that some ordinary horned eagles have been tamed. Although the horned eagles are not monsters, they are the fastest among flying beasts and have a short breeding cycle. A large area of ​​open space has been opened in the depths of the Nanyao Forest, which is said to be a place for ordinary elves to practice flying. There is tight supervision and defense around it. If it weren't for some accidents, I wouldn't have known it."

This is tricky!

Yang Dashuan said nothing.

Once the large-scale breeding of giant bats and horned eagles becomes large, it means that air supremacy will be firmly held by the tribe and the elf empire.

Fifty years ago, the church's griffin knights fell on the periphery of the Nanyao Forest. These griffin knights gave elves and bewitches a vivid lesson. How important is air supremacy! Now, both forces have begun to raise flying monsters. Once a war breaks out, the alliance's army will fall into a complete passiveness.

"But, dad, why did you tell me so much?" Yang Dashuan took a deep breath. Although this is true, once the alliance starts war, it means that the special geographical environment of his territory will be the first to be affected! "Don't tell me that the alliance does not have an air force. Fifty years ago, the Griffon Knights had already given the alliance enough to taste the roots in the early stages of the war. I don't believe they would automatically give up this advantage."

"Little slut, I did not read you wrong!"

Old John gave a thumbs up without hesitation. He could analyze these things so thoroughly, and the facts proved that his vision was not wrong.

Joan of Arc moved his seat. Seeing that his father's face improved a little, she secretly leaned into Yang Dashuan's arms. Yang Dashuan touched Joan of Arc's blonde hair shining by the fire, and felt so warm. "Dad, I still can't figure it out. Why did you tell me this? They started a war to control my bird affairs? Although the location of my territory is not good, at worst I can move it."

"Little slut, don't be so unwilling!" Old John pursed his mouth. "I tell you these things are for you to prepare in advance. I believe you. In a year, you will be able to unify the entire wasteland!"

Yang Dashuan rolled his eyes and almost spit out an old mouthful of blood.

What does this old man want to do?

Also, have to prepare yourself in advance? Could it be that he wants to fight against the entire league alone? Just kidding!

"According to incomplete statistics, there are as many as 200,000 idle robbers on the wasteland. As long as you can unify the wasteland and conquer these robbers, then extermination of the wasteland will be your territory!" Old John smiled.

Seeing this smile, Yang Dashuan thought of something bad.
Chapter completed!