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Chapter 108 Strategic Shift

General level is another level of existence.

Regardless of race, they are the backbone of the nation.

This can be seen as the true essence of a race.

Throughout the entire Shanyun Military Department, there are only two people with the rank of general or above.

Yi Zhan raised his hand slightly, and the Roaring Clan army behind him instantly stopped, as if even their breathing had been extinguished.

He gazed at the camp ahead, his eyes remaining completely unmoved.

At this moment, the tribal warriors attacking from the rear had already stormed into the camp, their bloodlust filling the air, and screams and the clash of weapons intertwined.

The human warriors who spontaneously gathered to block the way were almost completely wiped out in a very short time.

Large numbers of Howling Clan warriors charged in all directions, quickly infiltrating the camp in small squads.

"Damn it!" Yamaro, the centurion, roared, his blood surging, and with a determination to fight to the death, he led his men to block the way.

He was following orders from the commander of the army and urgently led his men to set up a defensive line.

But he did not expect the situation to deteriorate so quickly, to the point of collapse in less than a few minutes.

He charged in, his spear thrusting straight forward, instantly creating a bowl-sized, transparent hole in the chest of a Roaring Clan warrior.

"Let the clouds rise and push these beasts back!"

A sense of foreboding crept into the heart of the centurion, Shanlu. Amidst the chaos, he had already spotted several other centurions of the Howling Clan.

His single thousand-man division is far from enough.

It is worth mentioning that the racial aura rising from his thousand-strong warrior group was particularly inconspicuous in the camp.

The warriors from various tribes who came to support us have all raised clouds to protect themselves. The various clouds are mixed together, and you can't even see the amber sky when you look up from the camp.

The two battlefields were the most brutal in terms of carnage.

Whether it was the 30,000 tribes positioned as bait or the warriors launching a surprise attack from the rear, they all displayed a frenzied madness, unafraid of death or injury.

In contrast, the tens of thousands of Roar Clan members following General Yihou exuded an unusual composure.

Yi Hou's expression showed no sign of urgency, and the Hou tribe soldiers under him dared not urge him.

Finally, perhaps feeling that the time was right.

"Pass on the order." Yi Hou's voice remained calm, yet it clearly resonated throughout the tens of thousands of troops behind him: "Follow me into battle. Today, we will remove this wedge that is the Ministry of War of Shanyun."

With a roar, the Roaring Clan army behind him launched a full-scale charge.

Thick clouds of racial energy rose up, their fierce aura, combined with countless frenzied roars, filled the hearts of all the human warriors who witnessed this scene with dread.

Most outrageous of all, in front of this massive army whose momentum had already reached its peak, there was a figure that looked like a demon god.

Yi unleashed boundless blood energy, so powerful it nearly covered a thousand-strong army, and his savage killing intent caused the morale of the Roaring Clan warriors to surge wildly once again.

With such a terrifying presence, there are no rivals ahead, and no reason to be afraid.

Yi Hou was the first to rush to the foot of the high wall. The racial cloud rising above the army of the tribe surged into his palm like rivers flowing into the sea, eventually turning from red to black.

The extremely concentrated black energy rapidly expanded, transforming into a phantom giant blade, ten zhang long, with intricate patterns faintly visible, while simultaneously emitting countless dizzying shrieks.

"open!"

Yi swung his giant blade and slashed down from above.

Boom!

A deafening explosion.

The giant blade carried devastating power, shattering everything in its path, whether it was high walls, soldiers, or even the tents behind them.

This continuous high wall was violently transformed into a passageway that can accommodate nearly a hundred people at the same time.

The ferocity of the Roaring Clan warriors was on full display at this moment.

A general is someone who can outperform soldiers even on a large-scale battlefield.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

This refers to offense, but the same principle applies to defense.

Even though the human race has suffered greater casualties since the start of the war, the ordinary human soldiers are unable to take a holistic view of the situation when faced with the successive appearances of other races, and are inevitably filled with fear.

A large number of Roar Clan warriors poured into the camp.

This turned the area that needed to be blocked into two separate locations.

It is clearly noticeable.

Although there was no unified guidance, the vast majority of the warriors still moved towards the direction of the light screen in the center of the camp, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

On the high platform, the mountains and rivers appeared ashen-faced.

Everything happened so fast.

From the very beginning, when the main force was deployed out of the camp to engage in battle, the outcome was already predetermined.

This is more likely a result of the different strategic objectives of the two sides.

He wanted to kill as many of the Howling Clan warriors as possible, while the clan general's goal was to capture the camp.

At this point, the situation is beyond human control. Unless a force of more than 50,000 men can break out from the center of the camp, this battle is doomed to failure.

Unfortunately, he knew very well that the camp did not currently possess such power.

"Pass on my orders."

A trace of sorrow flashed in the eyes of the commander of the mountains and rivers: "All troops, assemble at the center of the camp as soon as possible."

His command was like a thunderclap tearing through the chaos, exploding in the noisy battlefield and instantly dispelling the confusion and despair in everyone's hearts.

The commander of the Shantao tribe, who was fighting 30,000 Hou tribe soldiers on the front line, was suddenly shocked and almost thought he had misheard.

This order signifies that Shanhe has decided to abandon the camp within the light barrier and instead preserve the military's fighting force.

To be honest, this is indeed a fallback option.

Even after retreating outside the light barrier, they still had a complete defensive line, making it difficult for the Roaring Clan warriors to break through.

But over countless years, the Mountain Rhyme Military Department shed the blood of generation after generation before finally establishing itself within the light curtain.

If we retreat, all the efforts of countless people will become pointless sacrifices.

Ultimately, the order had been given, and even if Commander Shan Tao was unwilling, he had no choice but to obey.

"Retreat!" Shan Tao shouted, no longer holding back his strength, his blood surging wildly.

With a whirling motion of his longsword, he slaughtered all the Roaring Clan warriors who frantically tried to stop him.

Without lingering in battle, he led his personal guards and main force, risking increased casualties, and retreated silently toward the light barrier.

There was no need to worry about the pursuing tribal warriors. Shan Tao believed that since Shan He had given the order, he had naturally already arranged the rearguard warriors in front of the light screen.

As for the tribal warriors fighting independently in the chaotic camp, they were even less likely to question Shanhe's decision, and they all strategically retreated under the leadership of their own commanders.

Tenka Fubu, who was still looting the battlefield outside the camp, suddenly became particularly conspicuous.

After all, he couldn't understand Shanhe's orders and was still thinking that the advantage was in his hands, but when he turned around, he found himself surrounded by hundreds of tribal warriors.

Why didn't you call me when you retreated?

Tianxia Buwu gasped for breath, glancing around at the surrounding Houzu warriors: "Hiss—"

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