The developers still haven't forgiven the players.

The tribal chief did not voice his concerns, but spoke in a deep voice.

"Pass on my order: regardless of the cost, break through the human defenses as quickly as possible."

The barbarian warriors moved at the sound, thrusting their spears and stabbing, creating a fierce gust of wind.

Shi Yuan, who had been like a nail driven into the enemy ranks, clearly felt the pressure increase sharply.

He has been fighting bravely since the start of the war, and has suffered considerable losses.

Under the suppression of the beast clan's cloud aura, even if they wanted to erupt, they couldn't cause much of a ripple.

The initial fervor for killing enemies was forced to cool down under the blows of reality.

Even if he couldn't see the whole picture, he could tell from the thinning racial cloud that the pressure on all fronts was immense.

He understood that if their army were to be defeated, Gao Shi would be in grave danger.

"Don't be afraid! Hold on!" Shi Yuan kept shouting, trying to boost morale.

shuh~

With a flash of light, a Zang tribe soldier behind Shi Yuan was cut down to the ground.

A centurion from Gaoshi led his men to attack.

He leaned close to Shi Yuan and said rapidly, "Centurion Shi Yuan, the chieftain has ordered you to lead your troops back to the tribe."

Shi Yuan naturally had no intention of disobeying orders.

The problem is, now that the war has gone on, they can no longer simply withdraw as they please.

If a retreat is ordered hastily, the enemy will easily pursue and kill the enemy, turning the retreat into a rout.

The centurion understood this as well, and with a determined look, he said, "Centurion Shi Yuan, you go back and organize the formation. I'll lead the men to cover the rear."

Leading a hundred men to block the front line meant facing a near-certain death.

Shi Yuan replied without hesitation: "I am the commander. You go back and regroup your troops. I will buy you time."

……

On the opposite hillside.

The spring scenery on campus, like Voldemort, lies beneath a clump of thorns, peering through the gaps between them to observe the battle.

"Looks like it's almost over. It's not a lose-lose situation, so how can we possibly profit from it?"

The intensity of the battle left him speechless: "I originally thought this game was an RPG, but it turns out it's an SLG."

Dog Brother's eyes lit up with excitement; he was so eager to rush in and lead his troops in a bloodbath.

He exclaimed as if in a dream, "This is the SLG game of my dreams!"

Having witnessed such a battlefield, those strategy games that rely on pay-to-win gacha pulls are utterly inadequate in terms of immersion.

He had made up his mind that no matter how much it cost, he would raise a division of soldiers to conquer cities and seize strongholds.

"The production team is incredibly generous!"

Rou Peng felt it was a bit of a pity; such intense battle scenes, if recorded from any angle and posted online, would probably be better than millions of dollars in publicity.

In this game, it turned out to be a secret performance. If they hadn't noticed the commotion and come to check, they probably would have missed it entirely.

He didn't join the discussion and maintained his taciturn, follower-like persona.

But because he remained silent, he was the first to notice the commotion.

Shh, Dog Bro, listen carefully.

Rumble!

A great earthquake struck the area east of the Gaoshi tribe, near the river.

Suddenly, crimson clouds rose from the dense forest, like a blazing sun rising in the east, instantly unleashing a powerful aura that enveloped all directions.

As the battle aura surged, all the wild beasts along the way bowed their heads, not daring to make a move, lest they provoke the source of this aura.

Without a doubt, this is racial cloud energy, and it belongs to the human race.

However, in terms of size, it was clearly much larger than the cloud formation of the Gaoshi tribe's war division.

These are reinforcements from the Qinghe tribe.

Perhaps sensing that they were still some distance from the Gaoshi tribe and fearing they wouldn't be able to reach them in time to provide assistance, the centurion leading the group decisively ordered his warriors to ascend into the clouds to announce their arrival.

It is worth mentioning that the Qinghe tribe has five standing thousand-man battle divisions, each with a ten-thousand-man commander.

However, this time, only two centurions led the relief team, which consisted of two thousand soldiers.

This strength is sufficient; it can even put up a fight against the combined forces of the two warrior factions, the Beast Clan and the Hou Clan.

Fat Tiger, shirtless and wearing a short grass skirt, followed behind Manbai, holding a bone knife.

One after another, the bloodthirsty Qinghe people flew past him, striding towards the battlefield.

"Manzheng, no need to rush. I'm just bringing you here to broaden your horizons."

Manbai noticed that Panghu was quickening his pace, as if he was eager to try, and immediately tried to calm him down.

Fat Tiger didn't understand, but he still rolled his eyes: "I'm afraid that if I run too slowly, I won't be able to get any kills."

The vanguard quickly passed by the foot of the mountain where Dog Brother and his men were hiding.

The soldiers strode out, and the rugged mountain path seemed like flat ground before them.

"There's another expert?!" Campus Spring Scene was so surprised that she almost bit her tongue.

Looking down, Roupeng could sense the powerful aura emanating from every passing soldier: "Damn it, we're definitely not going to get any kills now, are we?"

Dog Brother wasn't too disappointed, after all, in his opinion, even if this beastman warrior was defeated, there would definitely be some fleeing soldiers.

They could easily target lone Beast warriors.

Just as he was telling his old friends about this idea, he caught a glimpse of a figure passing by down the hillside out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes widened involuntarily.

"Holy shit!"

He was so surprised that he didn't even pay attention to controlling the volume of that interjection.

Fortunately, after the soldiers below confirmed that they were human, they simply ignored them and didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to them.

"Holy crap! That...that's not it?"

"It's that naked guy. How did he get into this army?"

The three old brothers followed Dog Brother's gaze and saw Fat Tiger passing by below.

Campus Spring Scenery slapped her thigh: "I get it now, no wonder he was able to obtain the Earth-level Military Manual, this kid has hooked up with a powerful backer."

Dog Bro's eyes turned red with envy.

If he gets into the army, wouldn't that mean he can get promoted? Could this kid really become a general?

On the other side, the beastmen's warriors were already regrouping and preparing to retreat.

Upon sensing the cloud formations surrounding the Qinghe tribe's soldiers, the tribal chief immediately ordered a retreat.

Without the help of the Hou tribe warriors, their single warrior division alone could not handle so many human warriors.

However, the warriors of the Gaoshi tribe, who had lost so many of their people in the war, would not let them leave so easily.

Seeing that reinforcements had arrived, the Gaoshi tribe soldiers recklessly engaged the enemy soldiers in front of them.

The situation instantly reversed as Qinghe soldiers charged into the rear.

Caught in a pincer attack, this barbarian warrior was instantly routed, their flesh and blood flying everywhere.

In less than fifteen minutes, everything was settled.

Only the chieftain and fewer than a hundred soldiers fled the battlefield in panic and hid in the mountains.

Beneath the towering stone wall lay the corpses of thousands of barbarian warriors, their severed limbs piled high like mountains, staining the earth crimson.