Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 46: Threat After Threat
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 763- Begin part 1
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 901 - Pseudo-Apex Powers' Wealth
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 762.5- Bald head's ball part 2
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 778: The Great Dao Does Not Exist
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.10 - Northern District's Haze
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 45: Menacing Smile from Venice
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 417: I'll Beat You to Death Punch by Punch
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 250: Engagement with Goddess Justice
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 44: A Benevolent Governor for a New Dynasty
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 762- Bald head's ball part 1
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 900 - Times Have Changed
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 761- Scheme
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 777: Freedom
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.09 - Northern District's Haze
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 074: Hetu’s Misfortune
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 164: Battlefield Test Version
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 43: The Han Revolution
Chapter 537: Xianyu Zhongtong in Peril!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Wang Chong's voice seemed to awaken the officers. The mood instantly became more oppressive.
It was simply impossible to escape from the southwest. All the officers here had vaguely understood this for some time, but none of them had ever directly said it. All of them had held onto that thin sliver of hope until Wang Chong had punctured their illusions. One could easily imagine the grim reality these people now had to bring themselves to accept.
There's nothing else that could be done. By ending their illusions early, they can all unite more quickly. Otherwise, if they were still dreaming about survival, everyone might just end up dead, Wang Chong quietly said to himself.
The army had just won a major victory, reviving its morale, so Wang Chong shouldn't have done something like this. But the internal conflicts in the Annan Protectorate army had made this campaign very dangerous. Only by shattering their unrealistic hopes could Wang Chong suppress these conflicts below the surface and unify the army.
And only this way could the Annan Protectorate army be effective.
Someone had to do this!
Since no one else had been willing, Wang Chong had to do it.
"But even if we remain, holding the mindset that death would be preferable to dishonor, we're still no match for the combined Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army. They have far too many people. One hundred thousand soldiers fighting against more than five hundred thousand, a quite large portion of it being elite cavalry? We'll be crushed," one of the commanders said, his expression gloomy.
"If you don't try, how can you know? In addition, our goal isn't to completely rout them, but to delay them until reinforcements from the Imperial Court arrive. Routing them and defending against their attacks are two completely different concepts," Wang Chong sternly said, his eyes shining.
"In addition, have you forgotten what the mission of the Annan Protectorate army is? If we escape, what will happen
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