"Okay, just wait for , I’ll be right there."
As the heavy rain began to ease and the clouds dispersed, he glanced at the direction and with a push against the ground, dashed toward the convoy returning.
...Across the fields...
"Roar Roar~"
The rumbling of engines ca from afar, and on the desolate plains, a convoy, like weary veterans burdened beyond their strength, trudged towards their direction.
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Kael passed the soldiers who were in front to et them, their expressions stern, but a terrifying silence enveloped them.
"Captain..." a soldier approached, handing over a military cap.
Kael put on the cap and straightened it, and on the approaching convoy, a mixed band of mostly goblin troops hung their heads low, the shadows cast by their caps blocking the evasive gaze of the routed troops.
No one dared to et his gaze, so Kael had to speak first, "Only a few of you returned?"
A goblin gunner in the back of the truck jumped down and slowly walked up to Kael: "The rest were overwheld by the Monster Tide."
"Dead?"
"Probably, there might be so who survived, but by now they’re likely controlled by the undead, turned into new undead."
Kael nodded in understanding, "A terrible defeat."
The goblin gunner’s expression was heavy: "They really tried hard to fight the enemy, but if you can’t win, you just can’t win.
No matter which battle, we always return in a woeful defeat. Now, the quality of the equipnt produced in Wandong City is getting worse, and the amount of ammunition is running out too, we, we..."
This ti, the Western Coastal defense line was personally led by the mixed occupation sharpshooters, their intention was to take hold of the coastal highlands, luring deep the monster hordes, yet they could never have anticipated that after exterminating the sea beast tide, an unprecedented tide of undead followed right out of the seabed.
The hidden number of undead was far greater, a thousand tis beyond their expectations. The operation involving professionals was no different from walking into a trap, as they were worn down to the last of their ammunition, and only then did the monsters barely make a move, leading to their current grievous losses.
The numbers for Wandong City’s mixed combat brigades were nearly running out.
This counterattack... no, it can be said, that every counterattack or defense since the appearance of the monster hordes has almost been without any achievent.
On the rare occasions there were, they were bought with the blood and lives of countless soldiers.
Those enemies didn’t regard the lives of monsters and undead as lives at all, but rely as pawns to be traded for the hot weapons troops of Wandong City.
The goblins standing here awaiting their return wore numbness on their faces as well.
From initially eagerly awaiting news of victory to the later unshakable pessimism and hopelessness, and even now, waiting here with a numbness almost amounting to indifference, who knows what they’ve been through.
They too had once looked forward to heroes returning triumphant, greeted by crowds lining the roads, but the days were too long, and they had forgotten.
Now, Wandong City can’t make contact with the outside, and rumors are already rife within the city.
Many people are guessing...
Whether Wandong City is the only goblin territory still holding on.
Kael frowned:
"This battle should not have been fought; they were clearly prepared, with tens of millions of Undead, a number that simply cannot be gathered in haste.
I heard that the bodies in that sea area have piled up into a dam…"
The leading goblin fell silent all at once, looking at Kael, his breathing becoming labored, "For the citizens of the Empire behind us, this is... a necessary sacrifice."
"At this mont, looking at such a scene, do you still hold such ludicrous thoughts?" Kael sighed softly.
At this mont?
What does… ’at this mont’ an?
The leading goblin commander, Uryan, turned his head, and after his gaze swept over the defeated soldiers returning with scars and blood, like bereaved dogs, he involuntarily thought of the monster that had surged out of the ocean.
The ruler above the Monster horde, also the orchestrator of this war, the King of Monster, with eyes slightly reddened.
It was a trap. If they had known that the King of Monster would personally join the battle, they would not have so resolutely staked everything.
Because in front of that monster, they were just a bunch of Suicide Squad who could never achieve victory, no matter how many tis they tried.
This is the ’at this mont’—pain, moaning, prolonged silence, and Death.
This heavy pressure bent Uryan’s spine.
"Commander Kael, enough is enough; this wasn’t the outco Uryan wished for either."
A middle-aged goblin in a white coat, with thinning hair on his head, erged from the crowd behind Kael, a sickly pallor on his face, as if he hadn’t seen much light.
"Is the glory of the Empire more important than human lives?" Kael sighed, and said no more.
He never liked such aningless sacrifices.
When the enemy’s numbers reached a certain scale, beyond what Wandong City could withstand, senseless sacrifices wouldn’t result in a favorable outco.
This was also why he was considering whether he should stand with Wandong City at all.
After all, he had to be responsible for his own Rangers.
He had to bring them safely ho!
The middle-aged goblin in the white coat ca to stand in front of Uryan, patting his shoulder, "I think you’re not the kind that needs my consolation."
Uryan himself, with a scar on his face, burly and broad, wearing a dirty jacket over his shoulders, reeking of smoke.
He appeared a bit fierce, a rare warrior among goblins.
It could be said that Uryan was not the kind of person Kael enjoyed dealing with, and perhaps the thorny way Kael spoke had sothing to do with Uryan’s nature, which was inherently at odds with his.
Uryan revered the honorable fallen, a stark contrast to Kael, who was cautious most of the ti.
After all… his lack of caution was purely because he had found sufficient support, and there was no need to be cautious.
However, Uryan’s despondency did not last long. After taking a deep breath, his slightly stooped body gradually straightened up, his eyes revealed a fierce glint, and he called out by na, baring his teeth, "Kael!"
Kael had no fondness for that loud and coarse-speaking person, especially when he talked with a cigarette dangling carelessly between his fingers.
For soone like him, a spellcaster who adhered strictly to discipline, smoking and drinking were the very things he should not touch, but Uryan, the goblin, knowingly violated this.
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