As the allied forces hurriedly carried out strategic adjustments across the entire front, Xu Kun personally led the two elite divisions under Lin Jin and Lin Tu into the three-thousand-mile scorched wasteland that had been utterly baptized by endless calamity fire.
The heavenly punishment fire he had personally unleashed possessed destruction on a world-ending scale.
As far as the eye could see, the earth was blackened and cracked, mountains had been reduced to dust, surviving fortifications were twisted out of shape, and the air was thick with deathly stillness and ash. The sprawling camps and sturdy defenses the allied forces had built over so long had now become nothing but a horrifying ruin.
Some allied soldiers who had luckily survived at the edge of the sea of fire or in tiny gaps had long since lost their wits and all will to resist. As the Huang Army advanced, they fell to their knees and begged to surrender like startled birds.
Compared to the millions of elite soldiers lost in the previous brutal tug-of-war, the number of prisoners absorbed by the Huang Army during this sweep had astonishingly reached ten million!
After swift reorganization and intimidation, all these surrendered soldiers were driven to the very front of the army, serving as "shields" to clear the way, scout ahead, endure potential traps, and take the first wave of attacks.
By the time Xu Kun led the two divisions completely across this three-thousand-mile zone of death and faced the allied forces' newly formed defensive line once more, the great Mongoose Race campaign had already lasted a full twenty days.
The achievements and upheavals created in those brief twenty days had not only left both sides of the war stunned and breathless, but had also firmly captured the attention of all races, sparking an