Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3820: Essence of the Five Organs
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 306: Malice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 228: Surrounded
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1139.5- Ice Corridor (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1139- Ice Corridor
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 670 - Descend, O Crawling Chaos
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 76: Split
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 27: The Cruel Truth
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 601: There's Nothing Easy in Life, so Everything Is Difficult
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 305: Do Not Open
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 227: Conscience
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1138- Time is of the essence
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 315 - My Turn To Lay Waste To A City
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 668 - The Angel Exterminates Demons
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Chapter 589: The Decisive Battle! A Vague Exchange of Sharp Words!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The battle quickly concluded.
The Tibetans did not launch a new wave of attacks, and the Annan Protectorate army did not continue their pursuit. The base of the mountain seemed to serve as an invisible furrow that divided the Annan Protectorate army from the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army.
Both sides minded their own business.
But once one side crossed this boundary, it would mean that another round of fighting was about to begin.
"How is it? Have you finished counting up our casualties?"
On the summit, Luo Ji, Lin Wushou, and the other generals of the Annan Protectorate army had convened to take stock of their losses.
"From the start of the battle to now, our losses total 8764 people!"
Lin Wushou glanced at the book sent over by the registrar officer before raising his head and speaking to the gathered generals.
"This also means that we only have 91,000 soldiers left."
These words seemed to immediately cause even the air to grow heavier. From Lion City to here, everyone had been focused on the number of soldiers under their command. After every battle, they would always count up how many troops they had left.
The Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army was simply too large, stretching on to the horizon no matter where they looked. This sort of pressure was actually quite significant.
If the Annan Protectorate army wanted to survive, they had to cherish each and every soldier.
That this first exchange had resulted in a loss of nearly one-tenth of their manpower was very heavy news for these generals.
"How many troops did the enemy lose?" a one-armed general asked. Although he only had one arm, this general still seemed extremely strong and brave. The energy exuded by his body was even more formidable than Luo Ji's or Lin Wushou's.
The most unique thing about him was still that seemingly extremely heavy saber in his hand. This saber was half a foot wide and six feet long. The blade itself was extremely thick and heavy.
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