No sooner had one thing happened than another followed.
The same scene that had taken place in the Feng family was also unfolding in many other families and territories.
At first, the survivors had been apathetic toward the war at the front. Many of them did not even care who won or lost.
After all, back then, they could barely fill their stomachs, and their living standards had constantly hovered on the line between life and death.
But things were different now. An entire autumn of bumper harvests had given eighty percent of the territories the confidence to go to war.
The remaining twenty percent had also escaped the line between life and death, giving them the leisure to consider their future development.
At a time like this, winning the Gambling Duel and the war against the foreign races had inevitably become the wish of more and more people.
As a result, even the front line, which had not originally planned to send troops in winter, had been swept along by this tide of hope and launched a war.
February 12.
As the latest data was released, Su Mo had unquestionably reached the top of the human rankings.
When they saw the glaring "Level Four" on the Strength Ranking, the scouts at the front were surprised to discover that the defenses at the vital positions on both wings of the foreign races' formation had been greatly reduced, with all their forces concentrated in the center.
Were they afraid that humanity would take the opportunity to launch a counterattack? Or did they want to launch an all-out assault before human morale recovered?
Although they realized that this was a rare opportunity since the beginning of the war, nine out of ten commanders still believed that the foreign races were deliberately creating