Three months later, there were no civilians left on the Eastern Great Plains. Everyone traveling back and forth was a fully armed soldier.
The Blood Qin Empire's legions occupied the eastern side of the plains, assuming an aggressively offensive posture. Meanwhile, the continental allied forces commanded by Long Cheng occupied the western side. Here, countless castles of every size and a wall stretching over two hundred thousand li formed a magnificent defensive line no less imposing than Norman Fortress.
One hundred and fifty legions from the Dragon Mountain Empire, one hundred from the Great Flame Dynasty, sixty from the Gallic Empire, fifty from the Nightmare Knights, along with knightly orders from the Church's various temples, great and small—nearly fifty million troops were spread throughout this battlefield, ten thousand li from north to south and five hundred li deep from east to west.
Besides these soldiers, the major powers had also assembled an enormous corps of Magic Beast cavalry. Several million high-ranking and even super-ranked Magic Beasts of all sizes were deployed along this defensive line. Dragons and wyverns constantly flew overhead, countless griffins patrolled the skies in flocks, and super Magic Beasts such as thunder rocs and wind luans circled through the air, commanding storms and lightning.
Small-scale clashes broke out between the two armies from time to time. Battles involving a thousand men occurred dozens of times almost every day. And conflicts of such limited scale often escalated into small division-level battles—that was, engagements involving ten thousand troops.
Tens of thousands were killed or wounded every day. In the less-than-thirty-li buffer zone between the Blood Qin Empire's army and the continental allied forces, the thick earth had already been soaked through with blood. Once this war was over, flowers would surely bloom a hundred times more luxuriantly than elsewhere