The negative reports about the Mingsha Valley battle had been suppressed single-handedly by Bai Jian.
The commanders in the rear could only learn some surface-level information about the battle through limited channels.
For example, the human army had once again advanced with overwhelming momentum, pushing forward seven kilometers and successfully fixing the front line firmly sixteen kilometers from Mingsha Valley.
The name of Dang Zhixian, commander-in-chief of the Vanguard Legion, had also grown increasingly resounding amid the flood of good news. People only knew that he had won battle after battle, leading his soldiers to beat the foreign races into abandoning their armor and fleeing in disarray.
As for how many people had died in this brutal war, the official statement at present was that the figure was still being urgently calculated.
Since the overall progress of the war looked far too smooth—advancing triumphantly and irresistibly—the people in the rear paid little attention to the casualties.
After all, if there had been heavy casualties, the foreign races would have launched a counterattack long ago. Humans would never have had the chance to count their victories.
For Dang Zhixian, this was undoubtedly a reassurance, allowing the heart he had been holding slightly aloft to settle down.
As expected of the chief commander of the Dragon Banner faction and Su Deben's trusted aide. Without Bai Jian covering for him in this regard, then even if he had won the battle and avoided punishment, he would have been transferred away from Mingsha Valley to another front.
"Use six hundred thousand people to put on an act for me?"
After receiving the information sent by Curse Tiger Lord, Dang Zhixian felt even more at ease.
Judging from the current situation, after three to five more major victories and a ten-kilometer advance, even if the