"Retreat, retreat!!!" Amos's eyes were bloodshot. Even if he was unwilling, he had no choice but to give the order. Luo Heng was right—the Fire Legion and the Gale Legion might have been named after the battalions equipped with enchanted gear, but the other troops assigned to support those battalions were also battle-hardened veterans. As long as those soldiers remained, and enough recruits were supplied, the two legions could at least retain some combat strength.
But once everyone was dead, a legion made entirely of recruits would be no different from a rabble...
However, on the battlefield, the weak had never had the right to do as they pleased. Fight when you wanted to fight, retreat when you wanted to retreat—that was Zhuge Liang's privilege!
Amos clearly did not have Zhuge as a compound surname!
"Roar, roar, roar..." Hundreds and thousands of Zerglings swarmed around him in a mad succession. One died, and five rushed forward. Five died, and fifty more were still waiting in line behind them!
Goriu's legion commander Brook, Sidi's legion commander Julian, and Kleberd's legion commander Ivan converged. Of the army of one hundred and fifty thousand, fewer than twenty thousand remained. Many soldiers had simply thrown down their weapons and surrendered, leaving fewer and fewer people struggling on. Naturally, the pressure on the commanders only grew greater.
"Amos, I'll cover you! Break out!" A vicious glint flashed through Luo Heng's eyes. He split the Iron-Armored Cockroach before him in two with a slash, then roared over his shoulder.
The battle energy in Amos's body was nearly exhausted. Hearing Luo Heng's words, his face twisted with rage. "Bullshit! Do you think I need you to cover me with your life? Luo Heng, this battle was a command failure—my failure! No one needs to pay for my