High Martial Arts: First day of dropping out of school, reward: Devouring the Emperor's Body

If Li Mo hadn't blew up one of the White European Empire's armories beforehand, the troops would probably be suffering even more severe damage now.

Faced with this situation, Zhao Zhenyuan had no choice but to make a difficult decision.

"Pass down the order: all defensive lines on the east side are to be withdrawn, and everyone is to retreat!"

Zhao Zhenyuan's decision puzzled Mo Yi greatly.

"No, Commander Zhao, our men haven't even engaged the enemy yet. If you send your men back first, isn't that demoralizing?"

Clearly, retreating under these circumstances would be tantamount to surrendering and admitting defeat, which would inevitably lead to extremely low morale.

But Zhao Zhenyuan had no choice. Faced with the White European Empire's reckless tactics, maintaining the front line would inevitably come at a great cost.

It's better to let the enemy become complacent first.

If Hanks sees the Xia soldiers retreating, he might abandon artillery bombardment and switch to hand-to-hand combat.

Mo Yi understood Zhao Zhenyuan's helplessness upon hearing this, and could only reluctantly agree, "Alright! But if you do that, the older generation in the army will definitely have a lot of complaints about you, so be careful."

Subsequently, the entire Da Xia's position, which was deployed along the eastern line of the Qiyuan Mountains, was forced to retreat several kilometers, ceding the position to the enemy.

Now Zhao Zhenyuan can only pin his hopes on achieving some victories on the western front to boost morale; otherwise, if things continue as they are, they will certainly not be able to hold out, and their hundreds of thousands of troops may even be annihilated by the enemy.

Fortunately, on the western front, the morale of the Langliu Battalion and the First Battalion of Li Mo's Independent Regiment was greatly boosted as they charged out. The lines that had been occupied by the Black Earth Tribe were quickly recaptured by friendly forces.

The Black Earth Tribe, with an army of 600,000, faced over 200,000 troops deployed by the Great Xia on the western front, yet they were unable to break through after a long siege, and the two sides even had victories and defeats.

Even Morpheus himself was somewhat bewildered. The fighting power of the Great Xia army was indeed formidable, but it was not yet at the point where each of them could take on ten men.

The most crucial point is the position of Langliu Camp. He sent tens of thousands of troops there, along with the Black Death Group, yet they still managed to recapture the position with only a few thousand men!

Faced with this situation, Morpheus knew he could no longer hold back.

Based on the current situation, although the Black Earth Tribe is indeed joining forces with the White Europe Empire to attack Great Xia, they could become allies one second and enemies the next.

Once the White European Empire gets the first chance to storm into the Seven Yuan Mountains, it will be difficult to negotiate the terms.

With that thought in mind, Morpheus looked at the battlefield ahead, where shouts of battle were deafening, and finally made a decision.

"Send out the 40th, 5th, and 67th Divisions, and other units that are on standby, and make every effort to capture the enemy's positions. Leave only about 100,000 troops in the rear to await further orders!"

At this moment, the Black Soil Tribe finally deployed its elite forces.

Because they also had spies within the White European Empire, they had learned that the White European Empire had advanced its front line several thousand meters, and at this point, they were bound to make some moves.

The number of charging troops doubled in an instant, and the soldiers at the front of the position immediately felt immense pressure.

Especially at the Langliu Camp's position, Zheng Jiahao and Zhao Xin, who charged out, were both wounded, not only physically but also with most of their energy depleted.

If we don't rest for a while, we might die from exhaustion of our vital energy.

Seeing the Black Earth Tribe's elite army deployed in full force, their numbers several times greater than their own, the pressure was immense. Seeing this, Li Mo could only sigh and say, "Sigh! Let Zheng Jiahao retreat, and let Zhao Xin retreat as well. Now we can only tighten our defenses!"

Now that the Black Soil Tribe has launched a full-scale attack, there is no point in rushing out again. Li Mo understands that what follows is a life-or-death battle for Hill 212.

He had to lead the Independent Regiment to defend this high ground to the death.

However, just after Li Mo gave the order, some unexpected situations suddenly occurred in the artillery battalion.

……

"What are you doing, you crazy old man!"

"Hey! Don't touch our heavy artillery!"

Hearing the noise from the artillery battalion, Li Mo felt annoyed.

What's going on now? Our own people are starting a fight.

Li Mo initially thought it was an internal conflict among his own people, but when he rushed over, he found that it wasn't like that at all.

Suddenly, an old man dressed as a beggar appeared among the heavy artillery pieces in the artillery battalion.

He wasn't wearing a military uniform, but rather very ordinary clothes, filthy from head to toe, emitting a foul stench.

His hair was extremely long, as if it hadn't been styled in years.

As soon as Li Mo walked over, he asked Zhang Ran, the artillery battalion commander, with a puzzled look, "Zhang Ran, what's going on? Who is he? When did he enter our artillery position?"

Zhang Ran waved his hand helplessly and said, "Commander, I don't know either! We were loading the cannons when this old man suddenly walked in. We asked him questions, but he wouldn't say anything! He just kept staring at our cannons!"

Li Mo was even more surprised to hear this. You must know that they are now facing off with hundreds of thousands of troops. It can be said that not even a mosquito can get in within a radius of hundreds of kilometers.

How did this seemingly insane old man manage to get through this impenetrable battlefield?

How did they manage to sneak into the artillery camp without anyone noticing?

And even Li Mo didn't notice him!

You should know that Li Mo had been overlooking the entire battlefield the whole time, and he never noticed any strange people entering his troops!

"Hey! You old geezer, get out of here!"

At this time, the artillerymen were still scolding the old man, but the old man refused to leave and did not reply.

Seeing that the man looked like a Daxia person, Li Mo had no choice but to step forward and offer him kind words of advice.

"Old man, we're at war right now! This isn't child's play! Our artillery battalion can save many of our brothers. Please leave immediately! I'll send someone to escort you out right away!"

Only after Li Mo said something polite did the old man turn around and glance at Li Mo.

"Hey! Only a little kid like you has a nice way of speaking!"

After saying that, the old man glanced at the men in the artillery battalion and continued, "I'm asking you, do you want to blow up those black-skinned bastards down the mountain?"

"If you say you want it, this old man has a way!"

As soon as the old man said this, everyone looked at him with disdain, thinking that he was just bragging.

"Alright! Old man, if you're really that awesome, why don't you jump down and wipe them all out by yourself? Let's go! We still have a passage to escape the Seven Yuan Mountains!"

Zhang Ran stepped forward, intending to pull the old man away from the battlefield.

If he doesn't leave, the artillery battalion won't be able to carry out their shelling properly.

This is a critical juncture in the war; they must stop the Black Earth Tribe's ferocious offensive.

However, Li Mo sensed that the old man was extraordinary.

His ability to move through such a battlefield without a trace at least proves his own strength.

Perhaps this mysterious old man really does have a way to help them!