Wen Qingyu smiled: "They trust me too much."
"I merely offered them a little drink."
"Just, added a tiny bit more ingredient."
"Really just a tiny bit."
Li Guanyi asked: "How many compound types?"
Wen Qingyu replied: "Only thirty-seven types, it's their weakness."
Li Guanyi: "..."
Looking at the earnest and honest gentleman in front, Li Guanyi was momentarily unsure whether it was his worldview that was problematic or if it was the common sense of the Qilin Army and the Heavenly Strategy Mansion. He simply looked at the Southwest Flying Army.
Wen He said: "Is the lord worried about these troops?"
Li Guanyi replied: "Yes, it is quite troublesome."
Wen He said: "Lord, do not worry. From my observation, this matter is simple."
"I see the wind rising at this moment, there will be a northwest wind soon. At that time, just induce a strategy to gather them in the valley, pour kerosene, and with the wind's aid, a single Qilin fire will turn this army of eighty thousand to ashes."
