Frontline (10)

Ang's party led one hundred and twenty female warriors through the mountain path overnight, crossing into the borders of the Litchfield Plains under cover of darkness.

The night wind swept across the grasslands, carrying a damp chill that dispersed the scent of blood from their bodies.

After confirming that no lizardman pursuers were following them, Ang ordered them to make camp on the spot.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and immediately got to work, quickly setting up defensive formations and simple tents, constructing the camp according to the standard procedures they had practiced countless times.

Slock walked up to Ang, looking slightly weary but full of confidence. "My lord, the injured Flame Swordsmen and Enchanted Armament cavalry have all used Water Therapy Technique scrolls. Their conditions are stable, and no one is seriously injured."

"Are you sure no one's wounds are too severe?" Ang asked softly as he removed his battle cloak.

"Yes." Slock nodded. "Thanks to the Holy Emperor's Blessing this time and your command, everyone had clear roles in the battle formation and cooperated skillfully. Our losses were minor."

Ang nodded in satisfaction, a trace of relief showing through his exhaustion. "It seems your actual combat strength has indeed improved considerably."

Slock grinned. "That's because you trained us so well, my lord. Without the Enchanted Armaments and battle formations you personally created, how could we have fought off the lizardmen's attack?"

"Stop flattering me." Ang waved him off, though the corners of his mouth still lifted. "But now that everyone has Magic Potions to aid Qi force cultivation, don't slack off. Strive to break through as soon as possible. I was thinking of taking you to see the Volgograd front line."

The others stiffened at once and hurriedly declared, "We'll definitely urge the warriors to train harder!"