"Old Wang, Old Liu, we still have one area that hasn't been bombed. Given the current situation, should we retreat or press on?"
Hearing Li Feiyang's words, Wang Zhanshan and Liu Dali exchanged glances before saying, "This bombing is very important to the Marshal. However, the remaining area might be the main force of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance. If we go there, it'll likely be a life-or-death situation."
Liu Dali nodded in agreement. "If it were just the three of us, no problem. But there are so many brothers with us."
Li Feiyang pondered for a moment, then turned and shouted to the soldiers of the Roc Rider Regiment: "Brothers, most of us are soldiers who served under the old Marshal. By seniority, the current Marshal is our great-nephew."
"But now our great-nephew is in trouble. Tell me, can we, as his uncles, just stand by and watch our great-nephew get bullied?"
As soon as Li Feiyang finished speaking, many riders below shouted back: "Regiment Commander, Old Li, aren't you stating the obvious? We were the Marshal's soldiers back then, and we are the great-nephew's soldiers now."
"The Marshal cares about us uncles, but can we really lose face? No questions asked, even if we don't give the Marshal face, we must give our great-nephew face. No questions asked, brothers, let's do it!"
Liu Dali chuckled and said, "It still has to be us old brothers. It's all..."
The Roc Rider Regiment, having flown to their designated location, indeed encountered the elite attack of the Ten Thousand Races, with many Orcish kings spotted.
Li Feiyang, his eyes bloodshot, watched as one old brother after another beside him was struck down, exploding into intense flames.
It turned out that when the soldiers of the Roc Rider Regiment strapped the highly concentrated incendiary bombs to themselves and their Rocs, they had already prepared to become bombs themselves.
In the command center, Lin Zhan watched the figures on the big screen with bloodshot eyes and said, "Farewell, uncles. Your great-nephew will not let you die in vain."
"Order the Fifth Army Group to rendezvous with the central army, then withdraw from the front lines completely. The First Army Group and the Fourth Army Group are to retreat to the fortress for rest."
"Order the Second Army Group, the Third Army Group, the Dragon Army, and the Sacred Beast Army to withdraw to the second defense line and rendezvous with Wu Qi's Army to defend the second defense line."
"Order Jiang Zheng, to provide cover for the retreating troops from the shadows. Find the hidden cavalry of the Ten Thousand Races as soon as possible and eliminate them all."
After issuing three consecutive orders, Lin Zhan sighed and turned to Lie Shan Long Que, saying, "Long Que, lead the kings of the Martyr Mountain Heavy Armored Regiment. I will depart with the Marshal. Command will be transferred to Ancestor Li Jing."
"Marshal, no!" Everyone present rose to stop Lin Zhan.
Lin Zhan looked at them and smiled, shaking his head.
"The war has reached this point. As long as we proceed steadily, we will surely win. However, my battle with the Divine and Demonic race's Imperial Sons is inevitable. The entire Roc Rider Regiment has marked their targets with their lives, and I must kill at least one Imperial Son to be worthy of their sacrifice."
"Everyone, if anything happens to me, command will be transferred to Jiang Zheng. I implore you all to assist him and win this war."
With that, Lin Zhan patted the young Daoist beside him and said, "The First Army Group will be yours. Learn well from Ancestors Li Jing and the others. Remember, the First Army Group, with Rommel hiding amongst the Ten Thousand Races, will not be able to cause any significant trouble."
After handing over the tiger tally and the troop deployment seal of the First Army Group to the young Daoist, he walked out.
It wasn't that Lin Zhan didn't trust Jiang Zheng to hand over full command of the troops.
It was that besides the young Daoist, Lin Zhan would not entrust the First Army Group to anyone from the Huaxia team.
No matter how devoted Jiang Zheng and the others were to Huaxia, they all had their own families and factions behind them.
Humanity could no longer afford clan infighting. Therefore, keeping the First Army Group in the Lin family's hands was the best course of action.
Because this war against the Ten Thousand Races was a tribulation for the Shang Dynasty, and the Lin family was a descendant of the Shang Dynasty, it meant that from the moment the war began, the Lin family had only one path left: to do everything for humanity.
As soon as Lin Zhan moved, Li Cunxiao, who had been dozing in the corner, stood up. Seeing everyone's worried eyes, he said,
"What are you all so worried about? With me accompanying the Marshal and Ancestor Xiang Yu providing support in the forest, what can happen to the Marshal?"
"And think about it, even if that little vixen from the Divine race and that idiot from the Demonic race combined, they're still no match for the Marshal. You bunch of idiots, worrying for nothing."
With that, Li Cunxiao strode out, following Lin Zhan.
Looking at the stunned crowd, the young Daoist thoughtfully said, "Did that old geezer just say my elder brother was shit?"
"That old geezer is truly tactless. Even if my elder brother was shit, he shouldn't have said it."
Everyone looked at the little chubby guy with blank expressions, wondering: This silly kid, what exactly did the Lin family see in him?
Perhaps it was to find a foolish son-in-law so he wouldn't compete with Lin Zhan for property in the future?
Lin Zhan's team was entirely composed of kings. The Martyr Mountain Heavy Armored Guard, including the newly promoted ones, numbered 8,000 kings.
After the group exited the fortress, they soared into the sky and flew towards the area where the Roc Rider Regiment had conducted their bombing.