957: Chapter 112: The Debut of the Magical Beast Legion_3 957: Chapter 112: The Debut of the Magical Beast Legion_3 Many soldiers didn’t have ti to don their Armor before they were forced to pick up weapons and face the enemy, making tragedy inevitable.
Nevertheless, that was an army of fifty thousand—ten tis the size of the Magical Beast Legion’s forces, which could still inflict significant casualties on the Expeditionary Army.
“Put down your weapons, surrender and you will not be killed!”
Hudson spoke in the universal language of the Continent.
Amplified by Sound Amplification Magic, his voice reached the ears of every soldier on the battlefield.
Though many Alien Soldiers didn’t understand what he was saying, they could roughly guess from the expressions of their own officers.
“Bang!”
The sound of weapons dropping broke the silence.
Once the first soldier unable to withstand the pressure set down his weapon, a wave of surrenders began to spread rapidly.
Realizing sothing was amiss, Carway imdiately cursed, “These damned traitors, how dare they surrender to the enemy!
What are you waiting for, run!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Carway turned and left, with the Giants following closely behind.
After their complete defeat last ti, the Giant King had specifically instructed them to prioritize preserving their own strength in case of defeat.
Carway undoubtedly embodied his leader’s directive, leading his unscathed troops at the very front of the column.
Seeing this, the several Alien Generals facing off against Carway were almost choked with anger.
If it weren’t for the considerable size difference between Giants and the Human Race, they would have suspected these creatures were enemy spies planted to sabotage their own team with all sorts of detrintal actions.
With the road left clear, there was no need to fight to the death against the enemy.
As for surrendering, that was the last resort.
Watching the enemy leave the camp, Hudson slowly ordered a pursuit.
Compared to the killing on the frontline, pursuing the fleeing enemy was the best ti to score a victory.
A swift, devastating blow was completely unnecessary.
Keeping the enemy on a leash was the best option.
Even when the enemy’s Air Force went out for reinforcents, he didn’t stop them, and now he was in no hurry to annihilate the enemy’s forces.
…
In Declaras Province, influenced by a mountain flood, the Allied Army Camp forced to relocate was still in chaos.
“I told you, not to be complacent, but you wouldn’t listen.
Now you feel the disadvantage of building a camp by the water!
…”
The incessant complaints of the three-headed creature imdiately provoked the wrath of the Evil Eye King, who retorted:
“Three-Headed King, stop making cold-hearted remarks.
Building the camp by the water was for everyone’s convenience in fetching water.
Besides, with so many of us, if we didn’t build the camp by the river, where would we find such a vast open space?
Even with the current site, the tents are so cramd together that if we were attacked with fire, the entire camp could instantly turn to ashes!”
“Still arguing…”
…
With many Species, disputes are common, and such bickering is typical among the Alliance.
Races that were enemies in the past now scarcely et without exchanging a few sarcastic remarks.
It’s hard to intervene because, among the ancient tribes, every Species has more than one enemy.
The high-ups were arguing, while those below were not idle.
If it weren’t for the kings of different races forcefully suppressing them, the clansn below might have already started fighting each other.
This kind of verbal conflict wasn’t entirely without benefits.
The hatred towards the foreign races eased the internal conflicts within the different clans for a while.
The forr contradictions between neighboring tribes beca insignificant overnight, as all clans unified against a common enemy.
It was proven that using an external enemy to divert internal conflicts was entirely feasible.
Now, everyone was hoping to use the Human Race, their common foe, to ease the internal conflicts between the clans within the alliance.
“King, terrible news!
The fifty thousand reinforcents coming to help us were attacked by the enemy’s main force two hundred miles from the Allied Army Camp and suffered heavy casualties.
They urgently need reinforcents,” one of the soldiers reported.
As soon as he finished speaking, the soldier who had co back with the news fainted.
This caused everyone’s hearts to flutter with unease and they had no ti to inquire about more details.
Upon hearing the shocking news, the previously arguing kings fell silent.
The rain had just stopped when the enemy daringly advanced through the muddy roads to raid our camp, which was truly unexpected.
Seeing everyone fall into hesitation, the Shadow King was the first to propose, “Snow Eagle King, your clan is the fastest, I need to ask you to organize your people and quickly find out what’s going on at the front.
Everyone else shouldn’t be idle either, go back imdiately and prepare for battle.
The enemy is all cavalry; muddy roads are their biggest enemy.
If we handle this well, we might be able to heavily damage the enemy forces!”
Reminded by him, the Snow Eagle King imdiately responded, “It should be so, I’ll make arrangents this mont.”
Within the Ancient Heritage Alliance, the Snow Eagle Clan was at the bottom in terms of the quantity of its people and the strength of their species.
They were able to hold a position of regard within the alliance mainly because they could fly and were entrusted with the task of carrying ssages for the Allied Forces.
Bad news always followed one after another.
Just as the Snow Eagle King was about to leave, another Snow Eagle flew over shakily, glanced at the kings, and said tremblingly:
“The reinforcents were ambushed by the enemy, caught off guard, and desperately defeated.
The army is now moving this way.
Please, kings, send reinforcents to ..”
He didn’t finish his sentence and fainted beautifully.
This scene was quite embarrassing for the Snow Eagle King.
Ordinary Snow Eagles had limited flying distances, but those responsible for carrying ssages were the elite of the Snow Eagles.
How could it be that two ssengers in a row were such unreliable fellows.
But at this mont, the focus of the kings was no longer on him, as each of them pondered the rescue issue.
The impatient Giant King was the first to break the silence, “What’s there to hesitate about?
Our troops have suffered a defeat and are being chased by the enemy army.
Send out reinforcents to rendezvous with them imdiately!
The enemy is all cavalry, and even if the muddy roads limit their mobility, they won’t be slower than infantry.
If we are too late, we might only be able to collect the corpses of our army.
Our clans are not wealthy; if we lose this fifty thousand army, the upcoming battles will be even harder to fight.”
Although roughly put, there was no fault in his logic.
The Ancient Heritage Alliance, with a limited number of clan mbers, could not just watch as the fifty thousand army was annihilated by the enemy.
Compared to the other kings, the concerns of the Giant King were even greater.
Bearing the lesson from the last ti, he was very worried that his own people wouldn’t respond quickly enough and would again lag behind the army.
Unfortunately, worry was useless.
As the Giant Clan possessed strength boosted by their sizes, they had to accept the disadvantage of naturally attracting more enemy fire due to their bulkiness.
“There’s no ti to delay, each clan should imdiately select their elite and organize a rescue squad to bring our troops back.
However, we still need to quickly clarify what happened at the front.
We can’t go into battle blind!”
The Shadow King decisively said.
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