The opportunity was fleeting. Wei Rulai and Yan Ran had no time to mobilize their main forces.
Taking only the most mobile Vanguard Units under their respective commands, they swept like the wind toward the Han Character Legion's rear.
Wei Rulai personally led the Wei Character Legion's Ace Brigade, while Yan Ran brought her own Special Operations Brigade. With only a few thousand soldiers between them, the two units had to block the retreat of two full armies of the Han Character Legion on an open plain without any cover.
"Hold the line! If anyone lets a single Han soldier through, I'll kill him!" Wei Rulai threw down his cap and personally mounted a Tier Four heavy machine gun on his Ghostfire.
In a positional battle, these two brigades would have been overwhelmed in an instant.
But the Han Character Legion was now a routed force, with Zhao Longteng's pack of mad dogs snapping at its heels. Its formations had long since fallen apart.
The soldiers were tangled in a chaotic melee, unable to organize an effective countercharge.
They were like a thin dumpling wrapper. Though seemingly flimsy, their exceptional individual combat skills and their commanders' refusal to retreat kept the filling sealed inside the encirclement.
Inside the rear command post, Han Huizhi stared at the tangled mess of battle lines on the surveillance screens, his face ashen.
They'd played him.
They had seized the brief ten-minute window when he ordered his soldiers out of their defensive lines to deploy farther afield, and charged straight into his formation.
He admitted that he had made an extremely risky tactical decision, practically presenting his backside to the enemy.
Had his opponent been a seasoned battlefield veteran like Qin Yingguang or an old fox like Tian Luzhang, Han Huizhi would never have dared