Such Heavy Bloodlust

Gong Lince looked upon the merciless scene before him and congratulated Meng Shanming. "Marshal Meng, the hidden danger along Song Kingdom's river defenses has been eliminated!"

Meng Shanming remained calm and silent, his face expressionless. No one knew what he was thinking.

Luo Da'an glanced at Meng Shanming's reaction. He had always been at Meng Shanming's side and knew the course of events better than anyone.

Originally, when the Song army abandoned its river defenses and intended to concentrate heavy forces against the troops here that had crossed the river ahead of time, preparations had been made for a water attack. They had planned to strike once the Song army had gathered in a certain area. Who would have thought Luo Zhao would change his strategy? They had no choice but to adapt accordingly, choose another suitable location, and use themselves as bait to lure the Song army to the Qunluo Mountains.

There had been more twists and turns than expected, but fortunately, the final result had not deviated from expectations. They had still achieved the strategic objective they needed.

The spectators atop the mountain had chatted and laughed without spending a single soldier, yet they had reduced the enemy's million-strong army to a scattered, collapsing rabble.

The wilderness had become a vast waterlogged land in the blink of an eye. Those darting over its waters were all bedraggled Song Kingdom cultivators, rescuing important Song army personnel.

As for that army of more than a million, even if the Nine Supremes came now, they could not save them. The Song Kingdom cultivators were truly powerless. They could only rescue some key personnel and carry several generals away from the flood disaster.

In the floodwaters, some struggled in the mud, some swam through the murky water in search of life, while