"Who would have thought that prickly fellow actually called it right!" In the Northern War Zone Governor's Mansion, Governor Ni Feng stared at the snowflake-like flood of military reports before him, somewhat lost in thought.
"Governor, when all is said and done, our entire Northern War Zone owes Ye Zhen a debt of gratitude." He Qi, Marshal of the Northern War Zone's First Main Force Legion, was a towering, brawny man over a zhang tall.
Yet anyone who judged his wisdom by his build would suffer for it.
He was the Governor of the Northern War Zone's most trusted and foremost general.
"Yes, we truly do owe him this favor!"
Governor Ni Feng nodded unconsciously. He Qi was right. This debt of gratitude was not merely because their Northern War Zone had lost forty thousand fewer soldiers than the other war zones in this surprise attack.
It was a matter of strategy.
The Devil Race army's surprise assault this time had not achieved its greatest result by killing more than one hundred and ten thousand Great Zhou soldiers, but by securing a strategic victory.
In just this half-day and night, more than fifty military units of varying sizes in the Southern War Zone and Western War Zone had fallen into the encirclement of the Devil Race's follow-up forces.
The total number of soldiers trapped within encirclement across the three war zones exceeded one and a half million.
Judging by the current situation, once the various war zones began their deployments, perhaps one-third or even nearly half of the soldiers caught in those encirclements would die in battle.
More fatal still, one-third or even half of those military units would be overrun by the Devil Race, and several of them were especially crucial.
Under the Great Zhou Military Code, defeat in