"My lord, they actually haven't left immediately!" After the Gods' Allied Army above and below gathered in their soldiers, they still had not left.
When the citadel commanders saw the situation, they immediately ran over to Nalant to report.
After all, the enemy still had more than four million men, and by now the fire tornado had more or less dispersed.
It would still be somewhat difficult for them to deal with.
Nalant had not expected this either.
According to his original thinking, after the enemy lost three million men, there was a very high chance they would withdraw.
Now their losses had even exceeded another million, reaching four million, yet they still refused to stop. These gods really were turtles biting down on scale weights—iron-hearted and dead set.
However, even when the enemy still had eight million troops, Nalant had not feared them.
Naturally, he would fear them even less now.
So he instructed the citadel commanders, "Clearly, they're unwilling to accept this. You don't need to worry about that for now. Immediately send people to rescue the Mana Armored Vehicles."
"In addition, begin consolidating the defensive line at once to prevent another enemy surprise attack."
"Yes, my lord!" After receiving the orders, the citadel commanders immediately began carrying them out.
Rescuing Rumba and the others was not difficult. At this moment, there were no enemies around the Mana Armored Vehicles.
Those soldiers of the Gods' Allied Army had all been called back to reorganize.
As such, Rumba and the others were only trapped in place because of the wooden stakes and stones around them.
They only needed to send men to protect them, then move away the obstacles such as stumps and stones, and they would be able to return.
As for constructing the defensive line, that hardly