Li Jing, Han Xin, and Wei Qing, esteemed generals, became instantly excited upon hearing the words of the young fairy princess. The old veterans exchanged glances: *Damn, we've never fought such a lucrative war before.*
The young Daoist, still grieving for his two million fallen wolf riders, noticed the shift in the generals' expressions. Gritting his teeth, he climbed onto the table and declared, "I'll only say one thing."
"All casualties among the soldiers participating in the Myriad Races War will receive triple compensation. Equipment and supplies for each legion will be doubled. There's only one word: go all out and crush these dog-like myriad races!"
Everyone was stunned, then seemed to grasp the meaning of the young Daoist's words. They quickly rose and, without waiting for Lin Zhan to speak, hurried out.
"Go all out and crush these dog-like myriad races... Sigh, that's more than one word..." Before Wang Erzhuang could finish, Old General Wang Jian grabbed him by the collar and dragged him away. "You little rascal, where did you pick up that nonsense? Get back to training your troops."
"Old ancestor, what are you saying? If I'm a little rascal, what does that make you... Ouch."
Bai Qi quickly turned to Lin Shanhe nearby and said, "Hey, Shanhe, let's discuss this. How about our two legions acting together?"
Lin Shanhe and Zhang Zhen quickly agreed upon hearing Bai Qi's suggestion. After all, they had witnessed the old general's ferocity firsthand. He would charge into battle with a great scythe, regardless of the enemy's numbers. Moreover, his defense was high and his health robust. Unlike their own two 'tiger uncles,' who were fierce but fragile, getting cut up so badly they were still bedridden.
Temujin immediately fixed his gaze on Leng Shan. "Young Leng, the eagles of the grassland..."
"Old ancestor Temujin, please spare me the eagles. If we wait any longer, we won't even get the soup. No need to discuss, let's partner up," Leng Shan interrupted before Temujin could finish and extended an invitation. They had cooperated before and knew each other's capabilities. Furthermore, their two teams had common ground. One raised dogs, the other rode wolves; both relied on husky-like creatures. A partnership was natural.
Zhang Cong also found Zhang Haoran at the same time. As one specialized in water and the other in lightning, the Zhang family's special forces and the Heavenly Master's Daoist soldiers complemented each other perfectly.
Seeing his words had an effect, the young Daoist took out a large megaphone and shouted, "Soldiers, I'm not holding back this time! The military merits for killing enemies will also be doubled. Just one sentence: go for it!"
Lin Zhan, listening to the commotion outside the command post, worriedly tugged at the young Daoist's clothes. "Brother-in-law, if you keep doing this, after this war, won't the two of us be too poor to afford even pants?"
The young Daoist's eyes were filled with a frenzied glint. "What are you afraid of? After this war, we'll rob every plane. Then we'll have everything. Besides, the myriad races' allied army camps are full of resources. We'll hand over 70% according to the rules. What are you worried about? Just go for it!" With that, the young Daoist ran outside.
Lin Zhan was startled. "What are you going to do now?"
The young Daoist, without looking back, replied, "I'm going to clear out all the missiles and rockets from the armory. This time, we're doing a complete liquidation and going all out."
For the next seven days, the soldiers of the entire human alliance were like they had been injected with adrenaline. Those injured were heavily medicated and recuperated, while the uninjured trained relentlessly. Even the young fairy princess received gifts from various legion commanders, hoping her fairy race's attack formations could assist their brothers at a critical moment.
Seven days later, before dawn, the kings in the myriad races' allied camp were awakened by a spatial fluctuation. Over thirty thousand myriad race kings flew out of the allied camp in unison, only to be startled by the sight before them.
"Holy crap, isn't that the human war fortress? When did it get here?" The Demon Race Imperial Son stared at the war effort twenty kilometers away, looking bewildered as he spoke to Xue Feng.
Xue Feng was taken aback. "Holy crap, you're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? Cousin, this is asking for trouble. We might really be finished this time."
The Demon Race Imperial Son nodded. "I still have two thousand elite kings hidden. The heavy armored guard still has over sixty-five hundred kings left. You need to keep those six thousand kings in your secret realm well hidden. They are our capital for a comeback."
Xue Feng nodded. "Cousin, do you think that God Race woman can hide a team of kings?"
The Demon Race Imperial Son paused, then nodded. "Do I need to say? Of course, she must have some. Including the remaining fifteen hundred kings from the God Race guard, the God Race must have at least three thousand five hundred to four thousand elite kings. But what's the use? That God Race little bitch was captured alive by that old black Lin. She might even be pregnant now... Pfft, she'd be dead."
Da Bai, who had never spoken, suddenly chimed in. "That's not impossible. That old black Lin is such a beast; he's capable of anything. But, Big Brother, Big Brother, Big Brother, if that God Race little bitch gives birth, do we have to send wedding gifts?"
The Demon Race Imperial Son and Xue Feng stared blankly at Da Bai. *Damn, what kind of brain circuit does this kid have? If we go to give wedding gifts, then everyone will be eating at our table.*
"Bai, this is not something we should consider. Besides, do you have money to give wedding gifts to old black Lin?"
Da Bai shook his head. "No, I was just thinking of crashing the banquet for free."
Not far away, Rommel looked at the human fortress and sneered. "Lin Zhan, Lin Zhan, this will be our final battle. It's for the best. Let's see who dies, you or me." He then turned to a general of the Undead Race. " Mobilize all the skeleton soldiers from the undead graveyard."
"For the next period, skeleton mages will fully summon skeleton soldiers to be used as cannon fodder."
As soon as Rommel finished speaking, his chief of staff ran over anxiously. "Marshal, something's wrong! Those berserk Troll warriors have completely lost control and have already bitten one million guarding soldiers."
Rommel was stunned. "What exactly happened? The military doctor said it was just rabies. How could it be uncontrollable?"
Rommel brought back the Troll soldiers bitten by the rabid dogs. After examination by the military doctors, it was just ordinary rabies. Initially, Rommel didn't pay much attention, thinking it was just a few infected dogs from the Leng family's mastiffs. However, it worsened over the past two days, and by the time the chief of staff reported, it was beyond control.