"Jiang Tianqing, make another trip. Have Lu Bingze come over alone. While you're at it, check on the situation with those two thousand people in the rear and report back to me," Chu Han said.
Jiang Tianqing's mind buzzed, and he nearly broke down. He had to run again?!
Dazed, he glanced at the Black Rain obscuring his vision. He could only grit his teeth and charge out. Run it was—who told him to awaken such a damned speed enhancement?
The gray sky carried an oppressive air. Chu Han looked at the vast blur of military figures in the rain, then turned to Duan Jiangwei. "I'll have the Feather Slayer Squad clear the way up front first. But after that, our five thousand men must be reorganized if we want to maximize our combat strength."
Duan Jiangwei's heart jolted. Looking at Chu Han's grave expression, he said blankly, "You mean break up the various regiments?"
"Break them up and integrate them into the Wolf Fang Regiment's ranks," Chu Han said firmly. Then he strode toward the troops in the rear. "Come on. Let's go see those old men."
Duan Jiangwei hurried after him, his heart pounding. The Wolf Fang Regiment's combat prowess was universally acknowledged. Now that Chu Han had proposed reorganizing the troops, it basically meant exposing Wolf Fang's combat secrets right before everyone's eyes. It was also the most direct opportunity for the other two thousand allied soldiers to learn from them.
If they could pick up even a move or two, then if they truly managed to break out of the deadly Yin City, the surviving allied troops would become the strongest elites—and the firmest foundation for those five bases to rebuild upon!
How could Duan Jiangwei not be excited?
Before long, several generals gathered in the