Lin Zhan gritted his teeth as he listened to the reports from Bai Qi and Lin Shanhe.
The losses were immense, with half of their two main army groups decimated.
Lin Zhan then turned to Wang Jian.
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"The Second Army Group suffered 1.4 million deaths and 200,000 severely wounded retired. After treatment, we can still maintain a combat strength of 8 million."
Next, Meng Tian stood up and said, "The Third Army Group wasn't much better than the Second. We lost 1.3 million, with 250,000 severely wounded retired. After treatment, we can still maintain a combat strength of 8 million."
Lin Zhan was already pacing back and forth. How could these two army groups, which were supposed to provide auxiliary support, suffer such heavy casualties? Over three million men were lost.
Lin Zhan's gaze shifted to Leng Shan.
Leng Shan's expression was no better than that of the commanders of the major army groups.
"The Hunter Legion lost 800,000 men and 150,000 disabled retired. Their overall combat strength can still be maintained at around 2 million, a one-third casualty rate."
Lin Zhan covered his face and sighed.
Jiang Zheng, seeing that no one else was reporting, stood up and said, "Marshal, I'm still here. Our wolf cavalry did not fail our mission. We discovered and annihilated 4 million of the Beastmen's werewolf knight ambushers in a bloody battle."
Lin Zhan was momentarily stunned. He hadn't expected Jiang Zheng and his men to actually catch them.
However, seeing the glum faces of Jiang Zheng and Tie Muzhen, Lin Zhan's mood immediately soured. "Tell me about your casualties."
Jiang Zheng said dejectedly, "The Golden Wolf Cavalry Legion, in this battle of the Troll Forest, suffered a total of 1.8 million deaths and about 200,000 severely wounded retired. After treatment, our combat strength can still be maintained at around 3 million."
Before Lin Zhan could speak, the young Taoist priest next to him exclaimed, "Damn it, my direct subordinates! How did half of them disappear in the blink of an eye? It hurts like hell!"
Lin Zhan took a deep breath and turned his gaze to the area of the Wind God Winged Dragon Knights. A young general in his early twenties sat in Li Feiyang's former seat.
"Li Yun, report."
"Yes, Marshal." This young general was none other than Li Feiyang's eldest son, Li Yun.
Li Yun took a deep breath, suppressing his grief, and said, "The Wind God Winged Dragon Knights suffered a total of 26,200 casualties. The commander, Li Feiyang, and the deputy commanders, Wang Zhanshan and Liu Dali, have all sacrificed their lives. After treatment, the Wind God Winged Dragon Knights will maintain a combat strength of 3,800 winged dragon riders."
After Li Yun finished speaking, the entire command center fell silent.
Everyone had already seen the images showing how the Wind God Winged Dragon Knights, for the sake of the final plan, had wrapped themselves and their dragons in high-concentration incendiary bombs, charging into the enemy's target under the onslaught of nearly a thousand Kings from the myriad races.
There were no severely wounded among the Wind God Winged Dragon Knights. Apart from the 3,800 riders rescued by the Vermilion Bird clan and the Flame Dragon clan, everyone else had fallen.
Lin Zhan rose and saluted the battle standard of the Wind God Winged Dragon Knights.
He then turned to Zhang Dabiao and said, "Pass down the order. Li Yun will take over as the commander of the Wind God Winged Dragon Knights. Wang Meng and Liu Fei will be the deputy commanders. The designation of the Wind God Winged Dragon Knights will be retained. Upon our return to the Human Race, priority will be given to replenishing the ranks of the Wind God Winged Dragon Knights."
"Thank you, Marshal. Now Father and all the uncles can rest in peace."
Lin Zhan recalled how Wang Zhanshan and Liu Dali had led the charge by feigning death to cooperate with him when he led the Wind God Winged Dragon Knights to attack the Lizardmen's plane.
Walking up to Li Yun and the other two, Lin Zhan placed his hand on their shoulders and said, "My three brothers, tell your uncles to rest in peace. We will shoulder the remaining burden together."
Lin Zhan then turned to Da Jin and the Sacred Beast tribe and said, "The Dragon tribe and the Sacred Beast tribe are also our comrades. What are your casualties?"
Da Jin nodded and said, "The Dragon tribe's casualties were not too severe. Around 500,000 of our kin died in battle, and those severely wounded can recover after treatment."
Da Hei also stood up and said, "Our four tribes together lost nearly 700,000 kin. The White Tiger tribe suffered the most casualties, with nearly 400,000 kin fallen."
Lin Zhan nodded and said, "The White Tiger tribe was one of the main forces fighting the Trolls in the Troll Forest. The Human Alliance will never forget the sacrifice of each and every one of their kin."
Lin Zhan's gaze turned cold, and he strode to the command platform, saying, "Generals, although we have won this battle, the price we paid was immense."
"A total of over 14.53 million of our Human brothers, 500,000 Dragon brothers, and 700,000 brothers from the four Sacred Beast tribes have fallen in the Troll Forest. However, these brothers did not sacrifice in vain. The allied forces of the myriad races also suffered heavy losses in this battle of the Troll Forest."
"Especially the Kings of the myriad races, we have eliminated more than half of them. The allied forces of the myriad races can no longer use their numerical advantage in Kings to intimidate us. In particular, elite King formations like the Divine Race's heavy armored guard have been completely annihilated by us."
"Here, I promise you all that the ultimate victory in this war of the myriad races will surely belong to us."
Looking at the crowd below, he transformed their grief into a roar of vengeance.
Lin Zhan turned to Zhang Dabiao and said, "Dabiao, open the map and introduce our next course of action to the generals."
"The great fire in the Troll Forest is expected to burn for about seven days. My plan is to activate the teleportation array of the war fortress and move the war fortress to a location 20 kilometers in front of the allied camp of the myriad races."
"This is the closest distance we can move. Any closer to the allied camp of the myriad races and we will be affected by their spatial defenses, leading to unforeseen events."
"And this 20-kilometer open space will become a meat grinder for us and the allied forces of the myriad races. Moreover, at a distance of 15 kilometers, our heavy artillery will be a major trump card."
After Lin Zhan finished speaking, he turned to the little princess of the Elf tribe and said, "Princess Xian'er, please tell everyone about your arrangements."
Xian'er nodded and stood up, saying,
"Since our Marshal is so wealthy, he directly upgraded the Elf tribe's attack formation to the highest level. Thus, our attack range of 300 kilometers can cover the entire battlefield and the allied camp of the myriad races. The attack can unleash 36 peak Human King-level attacks in one continuous barrage."
"All of you are seasoned generals, well-versed in warfare. You will surely use your resources wisely. How to utilize the Elf tribe's attack formation is up to your decision."