"Amazing, Kuo Hai. You're downright incredible."
Inside the Military Exercise battlefield, Captain Qing Zhao gave Ye Zhen an enthusiastic thumbs-up.
What had been a hopeless battle, one they were certain to lose—Qing Zhao had already prepared himself to suffer grievous injuries before losing those 7,500 High-grade Spirit Stones.
Yet with just a few words from Ye Zhen, they had not only turned defeat into victory, but had also coordinated with the Right Wing to wipe out all four hundred of the enemy.
Still, after a major battle, both sides had suffered casualties.
After Qing Zhao's group joined up with the Right Wing, their force of more than 550 had surrounded and attacked the enemy's four hundred. Coupled with the psychological advantage of the ambush, they had ultimately paid the price of more than two hundred men to annihilate those four hundred enemies.
At present, only three hundred remnants remained.
Originally, turning defeat into victory should have been a joyous occasion. But just moments ago, Qing Zhao had received a message from a captain on the Left Wing.
The Left Wing had suffered a complete rout. Millennial Commander Lu Linlong had rushed to reinforce them, only to be surrounded and attacked by Millennial Commander Zi Du of the Fifth Guard Fourth Brigade and his men. Exhausted, he had been eliminated.
The death of the Millennial Commander was an exceptionally severe blow to the morale of these remaining soldiers.
Almost everyone instinctively wanted to admit defeat. They simply stood where they were, waiting for the moment they would be declared losers.
"Ah... I never thought we'd still lose." Qing Zhao and the other two surviving captains let out long sighs.
"Yeah. According to the Military Exercise rules, once the commanding general dies, we lose."
Yet Ye Zhen wore a strange expression. "Captains,