The Tribe Boss and the Battle Squad, Retreat and Containment
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!
A furious roar echoed continuously within the collective mental field of the orcs.
As Psionics converged and erupted, a continuous stream of Psionics gathered on the massive body of the tribe's leader as he advanced, and the extraordinary Psionics that had been depleted due to the destruction of a large number of green-skinned orcs slowly recovered.
Just as the orc tribe leader was leading his top forces in a counterattack, Mo Yuemei's hundred-man squad, together with Mo Yuemei who had returned after killing the giant Burrowing Squig, was annihilating the remaining ordinary orc boys who were fleeing in terror.
Most ordinary orc lads don't have the heavy, powerful power armor and superior physique of elite orc warriors, making them relatively easier to kill.
In less than a minute, with the support of powerful firepower, the hundreds of orc squads blocking the wide passage were wiped out.
Seeing the scene of utter chaos, Mo Yuemei immediately ordered, "Stand on guard and rest, replenish ranged arrows, restore true qi and True Qi, and recover valuable orc materials."
Despite having fought fiercely for over ten minutes, the team continued their operations in an orderly manner, following the instructions after receiving the order.
The ground was now completely covered in fragments of green-skinned orc limbs and pools of blood and filth, so much so that even moving around felt like being in a swamp.
Fortunately, some of the cultivators who came with the army had mastered a lot of magic. They immediately activated water and earth magic to squeeze and solidify the body parts and blood onto the walls on both sides of the cave.
The other four or five injured and filthy team members recovered quickly after taking healing pills and receiving healing spells.
As for the severed arms and torsos, as long as they haven't been cut into pieces, it won't be too difficult to reattach them. These wounded soldiers have been gradually transferred out of the cave and into the rear for treatment and rest.
Looking at the unusually lush and eerie fungal plants in the corner of the cave that had absorbed the blood and corpses of orcs, Mo Yuemei felt a sudden surge of disgust.
She glanced at the trajectory of the armor projection; they were now only four or five hundred meters away from the main space of the orc tribe's underground cave.
However, the difference in movement between a cave four or five hundred meters underground and a cave four or five hundred meters above ground is enormous.
Moreover, Mo Yuemei felt her martial arts true sense penetrate the cave walls and probe deeper, but it weakened considerably after only a few hundred meters.
The collective Psionics field that subtly suppressed her martial arts knowledge and spiritual essence made her understand the strength of these green-skinned orcs a little better, and her expression became increasingly serious.
Just as she was thinking about how to break through this extraordinary level of suppression, a life fluctuation that surpassed the First Tier Middle Stage and even faintly reached the First Tier Late Stage came from the depths of the cave.
The martial arts essence probed in that direction, but it seemed to have encountered a powerful barrier and was pushed back.
Mo Yuemei was astonished. "I didn't expect the leader of this orc tribe to be so powerful."
She quickly relayed the information she had gathered to her team members, reminding them to be on alert in advance. At the same time, she also reported it to the warband headquarters so that they could be informed and make arrangements accordingly.
However, she was still very confident in her strength. Their Martial Dao System had been developing for more than 60 years and was gradually improving in all aspects. Although it was still slightly inferior to the Divine Ability of the Dao Foundation Cultivator System, it still had many advantages over other systems.
The mere Dharma Principle True Intent that they could destroy the opponent's supernatural force field was enough to give them the upper hand in close combat. Moreover, as Mo Yuemei touched the long sword at her waist, the momentary panic that had risen in her heart due to facing a powerful enemy calmed down.
At this moment, the hundred-person squad, which had been resting, quickly assembled and, as before, set up magical traps, hiding on both sides of the cave.
This time, however, it wasn't those reckless green-skinned kids who only knew how to charge and kill that came before.
In the distance, in a cave, a tribal chief, nearly ten meters tall, appeared, clad in powerful mecha, appearing exceptionally large within the cave which was only a dozen meters high.
Its powerful aura and extraordinary Psionics continuously permeated the surrounding fungal plants, giving birth to a constant stream of weak life forms such as fart spirits and Squig. The green fungal carpet seemed to grow in all directions like a tide.
Leading the orc leader were thirty of the most elite orc warriors, clad in meticulously crafted heavy power armor, each holding a shield in one hand and a power battle axe in the other, standing in a tight formation that defied the orcs' chaotic mindset.
The tribal chief stood in the center, followed by ten sorcerer boys who continuously cast various spells, using their Psionics to empower the entire combat squad.
The further they went, the stronger the collective spiritual energy field of the entire tribe gathered around them became.
The entire combat squad maintained its speed, and its aura grew increasingly powerful, as if it were crashing against Meng Yuemei's squad, which was already lined up hundreds of meters away.
Meng Yuemei stood at the front of the squad, having just received the latest orders from the war group headquarters.
"Company Commander Meng Yuemei, the tribe leader in the 7th area you are currently in charge of is confirmed to be extremely powerful, and we cannot easily defeat him with our current forces."
"The battle group headquarters has already dispatched Li Xiping to provide support. Whether to hold out or retreat is your decision. However, please note that as a company commander, you should do your utmost to preserve the lives of your subordinate cultivators and martial artists; this will be one of the criteria for evaluating your battle merits."
After receiving this message, she understood the battle group's plan.
With the current strength of the Human Federation, there is naturally no need to expend lives below the First Tier in a human wave tactic to hold back these powerful tribal leaders.
Once their location is found, there is a way to eliminate them; therefore, the freedom of choice is granted.
However, even though it's a free choice, the survival rate of the entire company should still be the standard.
With her current strength, she should have no problem surviving against this tribal leader.
Therefore, she decisively ordered the hundred-man squad to retreat, while she herself acted as a distraction.
In the dim, green cave, only the faint light emitted by the fungal plants and the power armor illuminated the entire space.
The orc tribe leader looked down at the short, human monkey in dark green armor standing alone at the front, and let out a disdainful sneer.
Although he sensed that the other party was an extraordinary being of the First Tier as him, as the leader of the entire tribe, he was able to gather the collective mental energy field to enhance him, which was vastly different from individual extraordinary beings like them.
Therefore, he spoke with a voice carrying extraordinary Psionics fluctuations, "You will die here in battle, it is your honor to die at the hands of the great Boss Bageda."
Immediately, his aura changed dramatically, and the power axe and power claws in his hands emitted a tremendous noise that could shatter eardrums, generating a decomposition force field as large as seven or eight meters.
Green Psionics burst forth from the tribe leader's body, its sharpness increasing even further.