After arranging the wounded, the sky was already beginning to pale with dawn.
The atmosphere throughout the conference room was exceptionally oppressive.
Dai Yueheng raised his head and looked at his father. In just one night, quite a few white hairs had appeared at the man's temples.
This had been a huge gamble. Fortunately, they had won, even if it was only a pyrrhic victory.
This entire plan had come from Dai Hao. He was the one who had borne the greatest pressure.
Who was the true Military God? That had become unmistakably clear in this mad gamble.
A god in deploying troops, merciless in deploying troops—this was Dai Hao.
Starting with the surprise attack on the Super High-Altitude Detection Soul Tool, this chain of interlocking plans had fully fallen within Dai Hao's calculations.
Wang Dong'er, that little butterfly, had flapped her wing, ultimately stirring up a storm.
The intelligence Huo Yuhao had sent Old Song and Wang Dong'er to obtain was not even one percent of what Ju Zi possessed. Yet with that pitifully scant information, Dai Hao had shown everyone under heaven what a true Military God was like.
Feigning east while attacking west, displaying weakness to the enemy, sacrificing a limb to save the body, the unity of soldiers who feared no death, along with a gambler's madness and a touch of the Goddess of Fortune's favor—only then had Dai Hao completed this grand gambit that defied the heavens.
Sacrifice pieces to seize the initiative, abandon a fight to secure the formation, endure humiliation and slay the great dragon!
Compared to Dai Hao's scheme, even some grand plan spanning ten thousand years seemed laughable.
From just a few words from Old Song, Dai Hao had guessed Ye Xishui's condition, as well as that slender thread of survival