With the United Battle Group crossing the river, the previously stable defenses of the Anhai Army Corps were easily torn apart.
anwhile, news of the Demonic Corpse Battle Team’s defeat also reached the Anhai Army Corps.
The high command of the Anhai Army Corps was imdiately thrown into panic.
At this crucial mont, if a battalion were to circle around to the rear, the consequences would be unimaginable.
In the Legion Leader’s tent, the previously triumphant Prince Anhai was now afla with urgency, imdiately convening his staff officers for an ergency eting.
"What is the Demonic Corpse Battle Team doing?" Prince Anhai raged, his face turning green with anger, as he slamd the table and cursed furiously, "They promised an elite battle group of the Demonic Dynasty, didn’t they? They boasted so much, yet they couldn’t even take a small Eagle Ridge Fort and got surrounded like dumplings instead!"
"Please calm down, Your Highness," the staff officer quickly advised. "The strength of the Demonic Corpse Battle Team is genuine, and the Little Demon Sovereign has no reason to harm us like this. Given the current situation, it seems our forces have fallen into the enemy’s stratagem, caught in the trap set by the Qingfen Legion."
"A trap? Who can’t see that it’s a trap now?" Prince Anhai was livid. "What I need is a strategy! A strategy!"
"In response, Your Highness, the best plan now is for our army to retreat and maneuver towards the rear left of our group to avoid encirclent by that elite battalion and the Qingfen Legion, thus preserving a chance of survival," the staff officer suggested.
"Retreat?" Prince Anhai jolted, his face growing gloomier. "Currently, our forces are fully engaged with the Qingfen Legion. If we retreat, not only will our existing positions be completely lost, but the enemy will also pursue us relentlessly, causing our troops to lose morale and suffer heavy casualties."
"Your Highness, since our forces have already fallen into a trap, it’s nearly impossible to retreat intact," the staff officer acknowledged Prince Anhai’s concerns but still advised, "The only way forward is to cut losses and preserve the main force, otherwise... I urge Your Highness to make a swift decision."
Prince Anhai paced back and forth in the tent, his expression shifting uncertainly.
After a long mont, he finally made up his mind and ordered, "Leave two-tenths of the troops at each position to hold the rear, delaying the Qingfen Legion’s advance as much as possible. anwhile, imdiately dispatch Pu Wenshan’s [Wenshan Battalion] to intercept that mysterious battalion, and ensure they are held up for three days."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The staff officer took the order and quickly began drafting military commands.
Soon, the orders were issued, and the Anhai Army Corps comnced a full-scale, tail-cutting retreat.
The Commander of the Qingfen Legion, Prince Qingfen, was a battle-hardened and experienced "veteran". Almost as soon as the Anhai Army Corps began to move, he discerned Prince Anhai’s intent and imdiately launched a tidal wave of attacks, aiming to stall the Anhai Army Corps’ retreat.
anwhile, the Wenshan Battalion, hastily dispatched to intercept Wang Fugui’s allied forces, found themselves in a nightmare.
How could such a standard battalion withstand the "wolf-like" assault of the "United Volunteer Brigade"? Even though they held so geographical advantages, they were quickly overrun by the united battle group, eager to make a na alongside Wang Fugui, and left defeated without a trace.
Four hours!
In only four hours, the Wenshan Battalion beca rit Points for the United Volunteer Brigade.
After easily routing the enemy, the United Battle Group didn’t even pause to rest, accelerating its march, slicing through obstacles like bamboo, breaching the side defenses of the Anhai Army Corps, blocking their retreat paths, and subsequently striking deeply within, coordinating with the left-wing main forces of the Qingfen Legion to achieve a pincer attack on the Anhai Army Corps.
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Around the sa tifra.
East Sea Port.
The Huai River winds eastward across the Spirit Canal Continent, and the East Sea Port is located at its eastern estuary. Since ancient tis, this East Sea Port has been a contested territory between Liang Country and Yan Kingdom.
However, for the mont, the East Sea Port was in the hands of Liang.
This place was about several hundred miles away from the main battle lines of both sides, where both Great Emperors checked and guarded against each other.
At this mont.
In a temporary palace outside East Sea Port.
Great Emperor Qingyu of Daliang was adjusting his attire in front of a mirror, first loosening his robe, then tilting his headpiece askew: "This should do it, right? ssy enough, isn’t it?"
Though only about two thousand years old, he was in his pri for a Transcendent Void Realm elite, and even without deliberately exuding imposing power, his aura alone was captivating.
"No, no, Your Majesty, as a grand emperor, even in urgency, your attire mustn’t be disheveled." As Emperor Qingyu made himself increasingly disheveled, the nearby purple-garbed eunuch hurriedly stepped in to stop him, offering advice, "Perhaps you should change your outer robe for a mismatched one, and swap one of these boots, making it appear as if you were too hasty to notice, wearing the wrong one."
The eunuch, appearing still young and youthful, handled matters with great orderliness, arranging for the other eunuchs to adjust Emperor Qingyu’s attire while speaking.
Seeing his reflection, even Emperor Qingyu’s eyes brightened: "Not bad, Little Dezi, you have a good idea. This looks just right now, showing my urgency without being overly exaggerated."
Adjusting his expression in the mirror, he asked, "Little Dezi, how is my expression, does it convey the right emotions?"
"Rest assured, Your Majesty, your expression is precise, flawless, perfectly portraying your inner anxiety and unease," Little Dezi complinted with a swirl of his dust whisk, laughing, "Great Emperor Yuanyin won’t see through it."
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