It turned out that Su Deben's choice had been the right one under the circumstances.
During the week after losing their supplies, the soldiers trapped in the east with no way to leave quickly reached a level of fighting spirit they had never dared imagine before.
Mingsha Valley.
Yellow sand filled the sky, and the oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe.
Dang Zhixian was trapped inside the Prison Car. His lips were cracked, his body stiff, his face as gray as dirt, and his vacant eyes stared at the distant battle.
If one had to name the most desperate person among the foreign races during this period, Dang Zhixian would rank second. No one would dare claim first place.
One week ago.
To verify the Ancestral God's conclusion and give the other four a dose of reassurance, Cursed Tiger ordered him to lead the vanguard army into the encirclement prepared by the foreign races once again.
Dang Zhixian had not thought much of it. He assumed only that the foreign races had prepared another ambush, so he had led his troops there without hesitation.
Before entering the ambush, he had prayed repeatedly that this battle would kill enough soldiers to reach the required number quickly. That way, he could leave the battlefield and would not have to rack his brains over how to lead people to their deaths the next time.
Who could have known that after entering the foreign races' ambush, his goal really would be achieved?
But the process was nothing like he had imagined.
Once the five hundred thousand soldiers of the vanguard army entered the ambush, Cursed Tiger used the Rule Book to disable technological creations. Before Dang Zhixian could react, he saw four hundred and ninety thousand of the five hundred thousand soldiers he