How could Ye Zhen not know, how could he not understand Gu Tieqi's grief-stricken cry?
Having fought bloody battles to this point, Ye Zhen's heart was bleeding as well.
The Devil Race army had only besieged the city for three hours, yet the North Sea Heavenly Wave Army had already lost more than twenty thousand men.
These were soldiers Ye Zhen had brought over from North Sea Commandery one by one.
But what made Ye Zhen proud was that these sons of North Sea Commandery had not disgraced him.
In their bloody struggle against the Devil Race army, they had achieved at least a one-to-one casualty ratio.
It filled Ye Zhen with both pride and anguish!
Compared to the North Sea Heavenly Wave Army, the remaining forces of the Zhennan Legion and the Northern War Zone First Army had suffered even heavier losses.
The Zhennan Legion had already sustained more than thirty thousand casualties, while the Northern War Zone First Army was in an even worse state. Out of its army of eighty thousand, more than fifteen thousand had been killed or wounded in just three hours of battle. Its casualty rate was the highest of all.
Beyond grieving for the losses of the North Sea Heavenly Wave Army, as the temporary commander of Bloodlight Fortress's Defense Army, Ye Zhen had to consider the defense of the entire inner city of Bloodlight Fortress.
The difficulty of defending it was far greater than Ye Zhen had imagined.
In just three short hours, the defending army had lost more than sixty thousand men, nearly seventy thousand.
At this rate of attrition, let alone holding the city for ten days, the Devil Race army would only need to continue its assault for roughly two more days before every last soldier defending the inner