Another three quarters of an hour passed before Han Wang repelled the demonic cultivator forces attacking this place and, together with the reinforcements that followed, recaptured that camp.
"Commander Zhao! Captain Han has sent word back! The camp on the northwest side has been retaken!"
"I understand. Tell him to remain there and hold the position for now."
Inside the main camp of the battlefront, Zhao Qi pinched a wisp of true essence between his fingers and traced several more lines across the map. "Those Demon Spawn invested no small amount of resources into this attack to seize territory. They will never let it go so easily. Warn the nearby camps that, if necessary, they may gather several camps together and concentrate their strength to break through southward."
"Yes, understood."
The messenger accepted the order. Upon leaving the tent, he immediately began relaying messages to the front lines.
Thud—
Boom—
Their main battlefront camp stood extremely close to the frontline where the two armies clashed.
As Zhao Qi remained within the tent, even with the formation blocking the noise, he could still faintly hear the explosions of spells coming from the west.
His talent for leading armies had already revealed itself during Tiger Chasing's War of Eastern Advance. After that war ended, the Dynasty had nearly recruited him directly into its army as a general.
Yet Zhao Qi had never grown arrogant because of his talent, nor had he believed himself exceptionally remarkable in this field.
He knew full well that compared with Patriarch Yang Lingqing's heaven-reaching wisdom in commanding the greater picture, he possessed no more than a few minor talents and stratagems.
It was precisely because of this clear self-awareness that, before the war began, Zhao Qi had volunteered to give up his secure role as a rear-line