As this order was issued, the soldiers on all fronts immediately began to act.
They fought and retreated, simultaneously preventing the influx of psychics and methodically executing their orders.
In a short while, the original front line had been contracted by one-third.
All the generals lined up at this moment, standing at the very forefront of all the soldiers.
The soldiers had no time to be moved.
Because they all knew.
Contracting the front line was tantamount to the beginning of a rout.
They were now at their wit's end.
Apart from fighting to the death, they had neither a retreat nor a solution.
Everyone watched the charging psychics with solemn expressions.
For a moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield became exceptionally mournful.
Behind the front line was the base.
Behind the base was the entire Xia Kingdom.
They could not retreat, nor did they dare to.
Once they retreated, this battle would be their defeat.
They were already unyielding warriors. Even if they lost, to them, it would only be dying on the battlefield, fulfilling a soldier's duty.
However, after their deaths, what would happen to their families residing within the Xia Kingdom?
What would happen to the trillions of people in the Xia Kingdom?
What would happen to the Xia Kingdom, which had stood tall for thousands of years?
Would these white-skinned, rolled-up-bun ghosts truly be allowed to rampage on the land they loved?
Would the humiliating history truly be allowed to repeat itself?
No!
Absolutely not!
"We swear to fight to the death and defend our homeland!"
Just as everyone's face was exceptionally solemn, someone, without hesitation, roared this out.
Hearing this slogan, the hundred thousand soldiers were instantly inspired.
Everyone slowly joined this chorus, shouting loudly.
"We swear to fight to the death and defend our homeland!"
Han Lang and others looked at the group of determined soldiers behind them, their noses stinging, almost bringing tears to their eyes.
This was the faith that the Xia Kingdom had inherited for thousands of years!
This was the bloodiness that the people of Xia had inherited for thousands of years!
At this moment, whether it was Han Lang or the older generals, they were all deeply moved and their blood boiled.
In a short while, they also completely joined in, raising their arms and shouting loudly.
"We swear to fight to the death and defend our homeland!"
At this moment, there were no longer any generals or soldiers on the battlefield.
There were no longer any high-level or low-level cultivators on the battlefield.
What existed were warriors whose hearts were completely connected, vowing to defend the Xia Kingdom to the death!
What existed were brave fighters fighting for their country!
The roar of a hundred thousand people shook heaven and earth.
Even the hundreds of thousands of psychics on the opposite side trembled slightly at this aura.
Their attacking pace even slowed down.
"Soldiers! These white-skinned, rolled-up-bun ghosts opposite us have been intimidated by my aura. Now, let's go all out and chop up these sons of bitches!"
With an inspiring cry, everyone responded!
"Kill!"
The generals took the lead, charging towards the surging psychic front line.
All the soldiers followed them fearlessly.
The decisive battle had officially begun!
Every person, every punch, every sword, every move, landed heavily on the psychics.
Their hearts were filled with anger and unwillingness, and all this rage and unwillingness was vented onto the psychics.
At this moment, although everyone's spiritual power was depleted, not a single person flinched.
Even if someone was pierced through the chest by a psychic's claws, in their final moments, they still tightly grasped a psychic and bit into its neck.
The decisive battle was arduous.
Everyone no longer had any fancy combat techniques; all that remained was the continuous chopping and hacking, a numb slaughter.
As the battle reached this point, even the fight between cultivators and psychics had almost devolved into a fight between ordinary people.
Because everyone had been largely depleted.
Apart from close combat, what other decent moves could be used?
Of course, this did not include Han Lang and a few others.
They still had some spirit-replenishing pills.
But they could not distribute them to everyone.
Therefore, Han Lang, Song Heguo, Liu Xiaoxiao, Shan Nan, Tang Geng, Tang Qin, Ma Long, and others, each holding the remaining few spirit-replenishing pills, charged to the front line.
They had to protect the depleted soldiers with their greatest ability.
They had to kill the attacking psychics to their utmost limit.
They would not give up until the last moment!
Because behind them, there were still thousands upon thousands of soldiers fighting valiantly!
"Come on! Come on!"
Tang Geng, usually gentle and refined, was also completely ignited with fighting spirit. Holding his immortal sword, he continuously chopped at the psychics, roaring loudly.
The green blood of the psychics had soaked his clothes, and his head was covered with foul-smelling blood dripping down.
He had no time to wipe it off, only numbly controlling his flying sword, dispatching dozens of psychics with a single move.
"Boom!"
Ma Long was not talkative, but each of his punches was as if it could shake the heavens and earth.
With a single punch, the surroundings instantly became a vacuum.
The psychics around fell to the ground in unison, completely dead.
"Swish swish!"
Tang Qin's claws were like the scythe of the god of death.
With one swipe, several psychics were split into several pieces.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Han Lang was even more ferocious.
The twelve golden needles whistled, eliminating more than ten low-level psychics almost every second.
There was also Song Heguo, Shan Nan, and Liu Xiaoxiao.
Their strength was even greater than that of Tang Geng and the others.
Every move and every style completely blocked the advance of the psychics.
They stood in front of the soldiers, doing their utmost to protect them from harm as much as possible.
Although this could not completely eliminate casualties, it was enough to ensure the survival of more soldiers.
Not for any other reason, but simply because they were the only ones on the battlefield who still possessed a few spirit-replenishing pills.
These few spirit-replenishing pills were no longer just spirit-replenishing pills at this moment.
They were a responsibility, a commitment!
Engaging on all fronts, some soldiers who still had residual spiritual power cooperated with more completely exhausted soldiers, engaging in a desperate battle through close coordination.
Every second, a soldier's life was completely left on this battlefield.
But their lives were bound to take the lives of more psychics!
At this moment, no one spoke.
Apart from the sounds of killing, the battlefield was eerily quiet.
Even the disciples of the Nine Great Sects, who had previously thought of retreating, were now silently cooperating with the other soldiers around them to fight bravely.
At this time, they no longer distinguished between each other!
However, the psychics seemed to be endless. No matter how they fought, more psychics kept charging forward.
Time ticked by, and the soldiers gradually felt more and more despair.
Just as everyone had almost lost hope and intended to defend the country with their blood, a voice suddenly rang out from the rear of the army.
"Commander Song Heguo! Commander Song Heguo. I am the Director of the Ministry of National Defense. Please come and see me immediately!"