And so, the battlefield entered a bizarre standstill. The two great Elf legions watched the Dwarf Race escort the Wind Elves away without reacting at all.
They also saw Elves who tried to resist blasted to pieces by the merciless monsters in the sky.
They saw Mages try to escape using Wind Magic, only to be struck by missiles and sent crashing down the moment they took flight.
The Immortal Race members hidden among the two Elf legions saw everything clearly from a distance. Filled with fear, they exchanged glances and flew toward their sects.
As for these Elves, they were nothing but weeds in their eyes.
Watching the fleeing Immortals and the Elves standing frozen in place, Bai Qi seized the opportunity and immediately ordered, "Deploy our Helicopter Unit and Fighter Jet Unit! Intimidate them from the sky and announce in the Elves' language that those who surrender will be spared!"
"Have the aircraft scatter leaflets too! Tell them those who surrender will be spared!"
"Order the remaining Dwarf troops to deploy and advance on the other two legions!"
"Time for the autumn harvest! Bring in the corn!"
A vast number of helicopters from the Human Race's Helicopter Unit poured out of the Star Gate. Their firepower far surpassed that of the Dwarf Race.
Alongside them came large numbers of the latest fighter jets, banking through the air before shooting straight into the clouds.
Seeing still more savage-looking behemoths pour out of the Star Gate, the Wind Elves abandoned all resistance. Vast numbers of Elves were escorted back to Blue Star.
Meanwhile, the entire Dwarf army advanced on the two great Elf legions. Facing more than four hundred thousand troops, they felt no fear at all, for countless members of the Imperial Race stood behind them!
The Human Race had their backs!
Watching more than a hundred thousand Dwarves advance toward them while countless aircraft scattered leaflets overhead and broadcast surrender demands in broken Elvish, the Elves were at a loss.
Any Elf who attempted to fight back immediately came under precision strikes from the aircraft above, with nearby Elves killed alongside them.
As tens of thousands of aircraft roared overhead, they understood that if they did not surrender now, what awaited them was a bloody slaughter.
Though separated by a great distance, the two Elf Kings tacitly removed their helmets at the same time, bowed their heads, and walked to the very front of their respective legions.
On behalf of the two legions, they chose to surrender.
This was also thanks to Zhang Yang's foresight. After seeing the two races, he had used energy to convert both their languages and provided them to Ying Zheng. In the end, the Human Race chose to make winning hearts their priority and taking captives their main objective.
The Dwarf army became a prisoner escort force, marching more than five hundred thousand Elves toward the Star Gate.
The sight brought a smile to Zhang Yang's face. His children had done him proud, so of course he was happy.
Cross, meanwhile, was driven mad with rage but could do nothing about it. He kept cursing the Elf Race for being utterly unreliable.
Vassal races were essentially slave armies controlled by the Star Lord, but not by the Starfolk.
In other words, the Immortal Race had no way to control them and could only suppress them through force.
To prevent them from growing stronger, they had chosen to divide the Elves into three great legions, keeping them from uniting.
The Dwarf Race of Blue Star had been the same. They had once tried to resist the Human Race, only to be suppressed and assimilated in the end.
Some Star Lords did not care which race was the planetary core race, as long as their planet retained its fighting strength. To them, these were all merely tools they had cultivated.
There were also cases where a vassal race's legion proved so powerful that the Star Lord changed their mind and began cultivating them instead.
Seeing that the battle before him had reached a temporary conclusion, Bai Qi immediately dispatched three fighter squadrons to intimidate the Elves at their main settlements from above and scatter leaflets telling them to stay where they were.
These Elves were a kind of resource too, after all. And they had their Trees of Life-those were treasures as well!
The Elves escorted back had already been scheduled for interrogation to learn about the conditions at their settlements.
Next, they would deal with the Immortal Race!
Apart from these vassal races, the entire Immortal Race numbered only six hundred thousand.
With the Human Race's current technology, dealing with Immortals who were only in the Qi Refining Realm would be a piece of cake.
According to headquarters' calculations, only the Immortals of the Three Great Sects who had reached the Foundation Establishment Realm might pose a certain threat to the Human Race, but there should not be too many of them.
The immediate priority was to seize the spirit vein. That was what mattered above all else!
After deliberations within the Qin Kingdom, they decided to leave the three Elf settlements alone for now. Those were already in the bag; they only needed to send a few aerial units to keep watch and prevent the Immortals from taking any drastic action.
Taking the current situation into account, Bai Qi ultimately decided to make a risky move, catching the enemy by surprise and striking where they were unprepared.
The final tactic was: Encircle the Stronghold and Lure Reinforcements.
He contacted the Qin Kingdom's headquarters and sent back the battle plan. After discussion, it was quickly approved.
Beyond the Star Gate, large numbers of Dwarf Berserkers who had just escorted prisoners back to Blue Star donned their armor once more.
They boarded the Imperial Race's large transport aircraft, preparing for their next military operation.
Given the Immortal Race's formidable fighting strength, individual human soldiers could not stand against them at all.
Only the Dwarf Berserker units, clad in heavy armor and wielding Twin-Bladed Mountain-Cleaving Axes, could contend with them.
Dwarf Berserkers were elite warriors selected from among the Dwarves who underwent extensive potion-based training and could still retain their reason.
Their bodies were soaked in Berserk Potion, and they drank it in gradually increasing doses. The warriors who survived to the end became Berserkers.
They possessed powerful physiques and tremendous strength, with a diminished sense of pain-pure war machines.
One Berserker could defeat more than ten well-trained Dwarf warriors. After drinking Berserk Potion, he could defeat more than thirty.
The current extreme was a Berserker who drank three bottles of Berserk Potion in succession, lost his reason, and killed 132 Dwarf warriors before his body finally burst apart.
That was a Berserker.
Each of the latest transport aircraft could carry 240 people along with large amounts of equipment, and could even transport heavy tanks.
A thousand transport aircraft carrying more than six thousand Berserkers and another four thousand human soldiers flew through the Star Gate, took to the sky, and headed straight for the center of the continent.
Following them, thousands of fighter jets, bombers, and helicopters all deployed.
On the ground, the Dwarf army emerged from the Star Gate once more, carrying their weapons as they advanced toward the center of Cross Planet.
The Human Race followed close behind. A full hundred thousand troops in the Human Army marched in their wake, advancing in a mighty procession toward the center of Cross Planet.
Their objective was clear-the small spirit vein.
Watching vast human forces fly toward the center of the continent, Cross hurriedly sent a telepathic message to the Three Great Sect Masters, ordering them to rush there immediately. The enemy must be trying to seize the small spirit vein.
If it really was taken, this battle would be an utter defeat. Though he already felt that the chances of victory were slim, he still clung to a sliver of hope.
Upon receiving Father God's command, the Three Great Sect Masters' expressions changed drastically. They immediately mobilized all their disciples, while the three of them left their sects and raced toward the center of the continent at tremendous speed.
Only sixty thousand Immortals guarded the small spirit vein. Each sect had stationed twenty thousand there to keep the others in check.
That was because no single sect could defeat either of the other sects' twenty thousand disciples in a short time.
The moment anyone made a move, the sects would immediately dispatch reinforcements.
Moreover, the Three Great Sects kept one another in check. If one attacked either of the others, the remaining two would unite.
The Immortals swore they were flying faster than they ever had in their lives. Their wings were flapping so hard they were nearly flying off.
Panting for breath, the Immortals flew to the center of the spirit vein and began assembling.
And the army of more than three hundred thousand from Blue Star was indeed advancing toward the small spirit vein, with bombers, helicopters, and large numbers of fighter jets escorting them overhead.
Yet some of the fighter jets and the thousand transport aircraft continued flying leisurely toward the center of the continent. Even after word came from the rear that the Immortals were rushing there with all their strength, they remained unhurried, flying very slowly.
When all the forces of the Three Great Sects had assembled at the small spirit vein, the transport aircraft nearing the center suddenly split into three groups and sped toward the home bases of the Three Great Sects at maximum speed.
One of Bai Qi's Thirty-Six Stratagems: Extreme Base Raid!
Watching the formation suddenly split into three and fly toward the Three Great Sects, the Immortals tilted their heads up at a forty-five-degree angle to gaze at the sky, a single tear slipping down their cheeks.
These fucking humans really knew how to play dirty. Shameless bastards!
They had no warrior's honor...
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