Zone A Battlefield.
The great battle has finally ended.
This ti, the price paid by the aliens is arguably the largest in history.
In the eyes of the human martial artists, they seed to be going insane, throwing their lives away at the West Battle Dao without any tactical sense.
The leaders were quite frightened; this clearly was a desperate fight, showing signs that if they didn’t capture the mines, the entire army would commit suicide.
In this battle, the casualties of the aliens and the human martial artists reached a terrifying ratio of 1:3, or even higher.
The aliens fed their lives to the venomous bees and charged at all costs, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.
But it was also tough for the humans.
Under such fierce assaults, the human army experienced the greatest losses in nearly a decade.
West Martial sacrificed two Fifth-Grade instructors, and the number of casualties in each battle camp couldn’t even be tallied at once.
In the end, when the aliens were preparing to retreat, Yan Chenyun made a firm decision, willing to abandon another cart of raw ore.
Yes!
The raw ore was secured.
But this cart of raw ore was once again stolen by the aliens. This ti, the mining squad was not completely wiped out, but three died.
The aliens retreated, and no one went to die at the mines anymore.
The Yan Gui Corps once again guarded the raw ore, and similarly, no martial artist was willing to endure the cold erosion of the raw ore site.
Just now, even Grandmaster Jiao Qingyuan, who had been holding the raw ore site, was seriously injured and carried away urgently on a stretcher, now in the Wet Ghost Tower.
Yan Chenyun was shocked.
He had never seen Jiao Qingyuan being so severely backlashed by the cold.
As soon as he leaves the Wet Ghost Tower, Jiao Qingyuan will be imdiately placed in the best hospital.
Jiao Qingyuan, such a selfless martial artist, is a pillar of the Divine Land and must not be neglected.
When two armies face off, the air is filled with the pungent scent of blood, and Mu Cheng suffered so light injuries.
Whether human or alien, all eyes were fixed on the mine.
The human martial artists felt extrely humiliated.
Once again, the ore cart was stolen by the aliens.
This was already the fourth ti.
Four tis in a row, and they couldn’t hold on each ti.
They couldn’t understand, were the aliens crazy?
For a cart of raw ore, they paid nearly double, even triple the casualties of the humans.
If they keep fighting this way, how is the alien army any different from committing suicide?
Though the Yan Gui Corps was angry, this was not a loss.
But Yan Chenyun and his generals were puzzled.
The Yangxiang Race’s behavior was so unusual; could there be so kind of conspiracy?
But no matter how much Yan Chenyun racked his brain, he couldn’t think of any trickery, but the ominous feeling grew stronger and stronger.
Ti passed, bit by bit.
The four Third-Grade aliens staggered under the cold pressure, pushing a wooden cart with one load of raw ore back.
Their strength was too low, and they also had to fight against human miners in the mine, leaving them exhausted.
So, the cart moved very slowly.
A road in the mining area not too long seed like a snail’s pace for the cart.
In the Yangxiang camp.
The Divine Elder finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked at the sky above the mining area, covered by a layer of scarlet smoke, and a contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Won.
In this war that ca at an extrely high cost, he finally won.
Yan Chenyun.
I have battled you for over a decade, and the raw ore site your Yan Gui Corps has been suppressing has still been directly destroyed by .
The Divine Elder, along with three City Lords and a group of Camp Generals, already sensed the abnormality of Dianshi City.
But at that critical mont of the great war, the Divine Elder strictly forbade anyone from Dianshi City to return.
Besides, another Divine Elder from nearby had already gone to assist, there shouldn’t be any big problems, possibly a beast riot, nothing major.
On the battlefield, the greatest taboo is hesitation.
If the Yangxiang of Dianshi City returned, what would the warriors of other towns think?
Thus, the Divine Elder enforced strict military orders.
The war was not over, and no one could return, or they would be executed without rcy.
The Divine Elder wanted to wait.
He wanted to lead the army to personally see the destruction of the raw ore site.
This was also the Divine Elder’s long-cherished wish.
At the sa ti, he ordered his subordinates to use the Source mory Stone to record everything.
The Divine Elder wanted the entire Yangxiang Race, even the entire Eight Tribes of the Wet Territory, to see how he destroyed a human raw ore site.
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By this ti.
Both armies actually couldn’t fight anymore.
Yan Chenyun didn’t want to sacrifice martial artists in vain; if a cart of raw ore was lost, then it was lost, no point in continuing to let Third-Grade Martial Artists die needlessly for his own pride.
Only Third-Grade Martial Artists could enter the raw ore site; Fourth Grades might trigger an attack by venomous bees.
Given so many battles, the venomous bees had beco too sensitive.
Yan Chenyun stared at the alien army from afar. He couldn’t believe that with this kind of loss, how many more tis the aliens could endure.
If at the next mining period, the aliens are still willing to exchange such costs for rely a cart of raw ore, he would admire that Divine Elder’s intelligence.
This behavior is practically trading an arm for a chicken leg.
Yet Yan Chenyun still found it hard to understand.
Why did that Ninth Grade Divine Elder have a cold smile on his lips?
Is he an idiot?
With a casualty ratio of 1:3 compared to humans, resulting in a cart of raw ore, what’s he smiling about?
Such a battle counts as a total defeat, how can he still smile?
The contempt on the Divine Elder’s face grew stronger.
He could even imagine Yan Chenyun’s furious appearance.
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