The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1714 Qin Zong's plan

Yun Kuo was nervous several times but failed to find the location of the wound.

Yan Zun pressed Yun Kuo's slightly trembling hand.

"calm."

Yan Zun's quiet voice brought back Yun Kuo's sanity.

Yun Kuo took a deep breath, wiped off the sweat on his forehead, and finally began to check Yan Tao's body in an orderly manner.

Just now, he was too nervous.

Yun Kuo never expected that Qin Zong would really attack Yan Tao.

Moreover, the shot is so heavy.

Outside of the starship, the fighting on the battlefield continued.

The sound of shouting and killing continued to spread into the starship, Yun Kuo calmly treated Yan Tao's wound, and he was slightly relieved.

Then he turned his head to look at Yan Zun: "When the ice pick pierced Yan Tao's body, it missed an inch. Although it was a serious injury, I have a [-]% chance of saving Yan Tao's life."

"It's just that her injuries are still too serious, and she will probably be in a coma for a few days."

Yan Zun also heaved a sigh of relief.

Just now, he looked calm, but in fact, his palms were covered with cold sweat.

"It's fine, it's fine..."

On the battlefield, the two coaches, Yan Tao and Qin Zong, lost both sides.

Can no longer direct the battle.

The empire selected three marshals to command the battle together.

On Qin Zong's side, the high priest was temporarily pushed up.

Although the high priest is highly respected in the clan, he has never commanded a war.

Their race is on the verge of collapse in their homeland, and they have to fight against various dangers every day. Everyone is desperately trying to improve their personal strength, so there is no time to study any books on tactics and tactics.

The high priest's personal strength is not weak, but he is not Qin Zong after all.

He couldn't be as decisive as Qin Zong, and he was victorious in all battles.

Under the coercion of the three marshals, the blue team commanded by the high priest retreated steadily.

In the empire, there was even news that the enemy coach was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

The opponent's coach is no longer able to direct the battle. If they can persist, they might really be able to win the battle.

As a result, the imperial army's offensive became more and more fierce.

For a whole month.

The three marshals recaptured the territory of the three galaxies.

The big stone in their hearts finally let go of some slowly.

but……

The old marshal was sitting in the war room, flipping through the battle reports of these days, his brows were still tightly furrowed, and he did not let go.

He pondered for a long time and sighed heavily.

"This battle was really brutal."

"We... If we win, we lose, and if we lose, we lose."

The rest of the generals standing in the room also looked serious.

"What the old marshal said is exactly what we are worried about."

A general sighed heavily.

"Although the enemy's coach was seriously injured and was dying. He was replaced by a general who didn't know how to fight at all. However, their personal strength is there. No matter how tricky we can be, we can't avoid these losses."

"Yes."

"It would be great if His Majesty was awake. We really don't have His Majesty's ability to predict things like a god, and we can minimize casualties."

"……That's right."

For a moment, the entire war room fell silent.

They've been triumphant along the way these days, but that dismal victory has come at a huge price.

The old marshal couldn't help sighing again, his voice trembling: "300 million! A total of 300 million soldiers! Some are wounded, some are dead. In the past six months, the number has been reduced to 250 million..."

"It's not an option to go on like this..."

(End of this chapter)