Lin Yu did not object to Qianhuan. Although the situation had not yet become chaotic enough, Lin Yu understood Qianhuan's concern.
The people seated inside the Central Army Tent opposite them were not merely the indigenous people of Black Marsh. There was also "Pen Name"—the "Player" ranked near the top of the leaderboard.
The silence and stillness forced them to think of further changes.
The fighting below in the river crossing continued. Xia Jin's Zhi Zi Department's iron troops hacked open a path with their lives, forcibly pushing the army all the way to the edge of the riverbank!
"Smack!"
The first thick fur boot left the pontoon bridge and stepped onto the muddy yet solid embankment beneath the moat!
Then...
More and more Xia Jin troops climbed onto the embankment. Seeing that the landing could no longer be stopped, the raccoon dog Tribe Leader immediately roared at the troops preparing to seize the drawbridge.
"Cut down the drawbridge! Retreat to the sacred grounds!"
He kicked away the Xia Jin soldier who had been cut down yet was still clinging tightly to his leg, then leaped onto the riverbank.
The raccoon dog guards still locked in battle immediately began retreating as well, moving toward the drawbridge by the city gate.
Seeing the dozens of tribesmen who had come ashore, the raccoon dog Tribe Leader roared furiously toward the river once more. "Don't get entangled with them! Retreat!"
But there was no response.
The raccoon dog Tribe Leader quickly realized that it was not because some tribesmen had become blood-mad and refused to obey his orders...
It was because, in this short span of time, fewer than a hundred of them truly remained!
Feeling the faint pain from his wounds, the raccoon dog Tribe Leader gritted his teeth.
"Damn it!"
"Bang!"