Fortunately, the next steps are not complicated, just some basic military tactical applications: gather and integrate the forces at hand, strengthen cooperation between subordinates, gather intelligence on the enemy, and lead an orderly and disciplined team to attack.

This afternoon, all he had to do was gather his troops.

In terms of cooperation, he was prepared to mix everyone into several squads, and insisted that the killers meet with him regularly in small groups to report back to him.

As for information gathering, if they are to take out the Blacktail Moon, they must first find the enemy's location. It may be difficult, but it's not impossible. Those guys are cunning and suspicious, trusting only themselves, but at least they have to keep in touch with vixen civilians. After all, the Moon Warriors also have to eat, so they can't provide each other with Yang Spirits. So, they will definitely need the yang spirit of the female vixen.

Most of the women of the Lunar Warriors are hidden as treasures, but they always have brothers and fathers, and with the right methods, they can always force these men to tell where their women have gone and who they have met. Next, the whereabouts of the Blacktail Moon Secret Society were revealed.

This is the core of Mr. X's tactical thinking: focus on male vixen civilians and the occasional vixen female, and both capture and induce them to eventually index the line to the members of the Lunar Society. There are only two outcomes: either the members of the Lunar Guild are furious because their people are hunted down and abused, and they fight with the servant eaters, or they pry open the captives' mouths and reveal the hiding place of the Lunar Eaters, and are knocked on the door by the servant eaters.

The best outcome is, of course, to find their hiding place during the day. The noon time when the Yang Qi is at its peak is also the time when they are most vulnerable, and taking action can minimize the losses of the Servant Eater Society, and the probability of success is also the highest.

The ancients divided the day into 12 hours, each of which is equivalent to two hours now, with the peak of yang energy being noon and the peak of yin energy being sub-hour.

Noon is from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m., and the corresponding animal in the zodiac is the horse, when the sun is at its most intense and the yang energy is at its peak.

The sun hangs right in the middle of the sky, when shadows on the ground are at their shortest. The ancients regarded this as the time of the day when the yang energy is at its peak. Ancient people believed that murder was a "shady thing", and they believed that whether the person who was killed deserved it or was wronged, his ghost would always haunt the judge who was sentenced, the official who beheaded him, the executioner, and those who were involved in his execution.

When the warriors of the Moon Guild are killed and wounded, the outcome of this war will also be settled. At that point, it won't be much more difficult to take out a vixen civilian than it is to kill an ordinary person. They'll be wounded and bleeding, and the bullets will stop their hearts beating, and you can wipe out the captives as if they were weak humans.

In contrast, killing a member of the Lunar Order is an extremely difficult task. They are the extreme beings of the vixens, with a strong physique almost like that of King Vajra, an unimaginably fast self-healing ability, and high-end combat training. You only have one hope in the battle, and if you don't succeed in annihilating the opponent, you will be the one who dies.

Mr. X stood up from behind his desk and examined his reflection in the window, his head full of silver-white hair, his pale skin lacking blood, and his white eyes. He had jet-black hair before joining the Servant Eater Society, but he couldn't remember what he looked like. What does it matter? At least the future of him and the organization is still clearly visible.

He closed the door to his office and walked down the hall to the academy's main training ground, where he stood at the entrance, nodding frequently at the students who had come to take the Jiu-Jitsu class, while looking at the students who were streaming out, observing each student's eyes, movements, and emotions. It's one of his favorite classes, full of young people between the ages of 18 and 24, full of energy and a bright future. Dressed in white jiu-jitsu suits with belts of different colors around their waists, they saluted respectfully in front of him, shouting "Sensei".

In the following lessons, the students lined up in a row for sparring, and Mr. X continued to observe everyone's words and deeds, looking for future members of the organization. He is looking for a suitable person with a strong body, a sharp mind, and an irreconcilable hatred.

Looking back, in the 50s of the 20th century, he was just a 17-year-old out-of-school teenager who wandered the streets all day, was locked up in a juvenile delinquent management center, and was introduced to the servant ghost club. A year before that, he was angry and stabbed his father in the chest after repeatedly knocking him on the head with a Bitburg brand dark beer bottle. Hoping to kill the old villain with a single sword, unfortunately, the old villain survived and went home to kill Mr. X's mother.

Still, at least the annoying old villain still has some conscience. After killing Mr. X's mother, he shot himself in the head with a shotgun, and his brain sprayed all over the wall. When Mr. X returned home and found the bodies of his parents, he was arrested and sent to a juvenile detention center.

That day, standing in front of his father's corpse taught Mr. X that yelling at the dead does not bring the slightest pleasure. You can't claim anything from a person who is too dead to die.

With such a father, it is no surprise that Mr. X's blood is full of violence and hatred. For someone like him who seeks the thrill of killing, the army is not only boring, but there are too many military regulations, and you can only wait for the country to create enemies for you before you can hope to kill. On the other hand, the serial murder case is too small. Therefore, hunting vixens has become the best choice.

Entering the Servant Eater Society, the situation was very different, and he got everything he wanted. Unlimited funds, wait until the sun goes down to kill. And most importantly, it's shaping the next generation of killing machines for your organization.

Although the price of membership is the sacrifice of one's soul, it is not a problem. After the experience of killing his father, there is nothing left in Mr. X's soul.

So, without hesitation, he sold his soul and joined the organization.

In his calculations, he is the one who makes the most money: he will remain young forever and have a healthy body until he dies. All physiological defects, such as cancer and heart disease, will be insulated from him. As long as he can keep his body intact, he will never die.

Thanks to the gift of Maharaja, he has excellent eyesight, and his physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people in all aspects, and he can do whatever he wants. At first, sexual impotence did bother him, but he quickly got used to it. As for the fact that there is no need to eat...... He's not a foodie anyway.