Chen Qiang had heard about this as well. The reason he had voiced complaints back then was that, in the early stages of the foreign war, the Iron Blood Brotherhood's level-160 elite legions had not taken part, and the Forbidden Spell Mage Corps could only provide occasional support. The ones who had truly fought the enemy blade to blade were players from cannon fodder regiments like theirs.
Under those circumstances, Chen Qiang and the brothers under him, carrying boundless love for the Iron Blood Brotherhood, had fought the enemy head-on for three days, reducing their numbers from over ten million to four million. Though the elite legions had played a part, the ones who truly deserved the greatest credit were Regular Members like Chen Qiang and his men.
Then, when the enemy counterattacked with Ruyue Taishan's help, Lu Yang had led fewer players than the enemy and fought them day and night, relying entirely on ordinary players like Chen Qiang and his men.
Tiger's Maw and Sky Sword Stronghold had mainly been defensive fronts, so the players there had not killed many enemies. The opposing side had not focused on killing players either, but on attacking the strongholds.
During the final battle, Chen Qiang and his men had charged the fiercest. Taken together, their legion had firmly ranked first in total kills among all legions.
Chen Qiang had never expected Lu Yang to toast him for this, much less call him up first and have him represent his legion. Flushed with excitement, he raised his glass and said, "I'll drink to that."
Lu Yang gave his shoulder a hard pat. "Cheers."
Their glasses clinked, and they drained them together.
Players throughout the venue erupted in excited cheers. The players from Chen Qiang's legion were so moved that their eyes reddened.