"Anyone who's wounded, fall back and tend to your injuries! From this moment on, our Lizardmen troops will take over all defensive deployments inside the fortress!"
As the Lizardmen troops withdrew, they ordered the wounded soldiers to retreat while directly taking over the defensive deployment of the entire fortress.
During this process, Soros also found an opportunity to remind White Butcher of something.
"Prepare for a prolonged battle. We don't know what's going on with this wave, but the Ratmen probably won't withdraw easily."
At this point, Soros paused, then spoke after making up his mind...
"We'll use rotating tactics. Not just the troops—you and I will do the same. From now on, I'll be in command at night, while you take over during the day!"
Clearly, commanders needed rest as well—and it was extremely important.
If a commander became so exhausted that his mind grew sluggish, causing him to miss an opportunity or issue a foolish order, the consequences would affect an entire army!
White Butcher naturally understood the situation.
He readily agreed and immediately ordered his soldiers to withdraw from the front line. Those who needed to tend their wounds did so, while the others ate, then went to bed early after finishing their meals.
Once daytime arrived, the safety of this southern frontier fortress would rest entirely on their shoulders.
They had truly never encountered a situation where they stopped halfway through a battle to eat and sleep. After all, the enemies they had faced in the past could not possibly launch attacks as tirelessly as the Ratmen, day and night without end.
Under such circumstances, being told to go to sleep made them feel somewhat uneasy.
They had originally thought they would be unable to sleep, but reality proved otherwise.
The moment they touched their pillows,