"Paltry tricks!"
Jin Zheng, the Twenty-First Grand Commander of the Army, who was watching the battle from the rear, looked at the precise coordination between the thirty thousand Demon Slave troops and the human army behind them and let out those four words in a cold snort.
The Devil Race generals beside him hurriedly echoed his sentiment.
They had long since experienced the sharpness of Great Zhou's military equipment. Basically, Great Zhou's army would certainly bring its military equipment to bear in the first round, so that was also when the Devil Race army was at its most vigilant.
It was simply unexpected that the Demon Slave Camp serving as the vanguard today would cooperate with Great Zhou's army so obediently and precisely.
As for casualties, they had long been within Jin Zheng's expectations.
After all these years of warfare, the Devil Race army had already gained a profound understanding of the might of Great Zhou's military equipment and developed a set of countermeasures capable of minimizing casualties.
Those countermeasures had long been drilled into the bones of the Devil Race's elite soldiers through training.
By his estimation, the losses in this first wave should not exceed ten percent—twenty thousand men.
Given the training and strength of the Vanguard Legion under his command, their losses in this wave should have been around ten thousand men.
After that, once the armies clashed, the Devil Race army's formidable individual strength and ferocity would absolutely allow them to swiftly reclaim those losses from Great Zhou's army.
On the battlefield ahead, blazing flames surged into the heavens. More than half the battlefield was blanketed in fire, while flames of every color flickered without end.
Those were specially refined crossbow bolts with various unique effects, crafted by the priests of the Great Zhou Ancestral God