"Pass down the order: Wang Er Zhuang will take over as Commander of the Second Group Army, Meng Tian as Commander of the Third Group Army, Ouyang Zhong Yong as Commander of the Fifth Group Army, and Jiang Zheng as Commander of the Sixth Group Army."
"This order is effective immediately. Upon returning to Huaxia, troop replenishment for the six Great Group Armies will be prioritized."
"Yes, Marshal." Zhang Da Biao saluted and left Lin Zhan.
This was because he saw Li Jing, Wu Qi, Wei Qing, Huo Qubing, Li Siye, and a group of other Kings approaching him. All matters concerning the First Front Army were fully handled by Lin Zhan and the young Daoist.
However, when it came to deploying troops for battle, without Lin Zhan's command or Lin Zhan's Black Bird Tiger Tally, no one could mobilize a single soldier of the First Front Army.
"Marshal, please accept our condolences." The group cupped their fists towards Lin Zhan.
"Alas, there's nothing to be sad about. It is what it is. Let's leave it to the arrangements of our ancestors." Lin Zhan sighed.
"Several Ancestors, what are the casualties of the First Front Army?"
The group exchanged glances. "We old fellows have experienced a lot and have many ways to protect ourselves, so we're fine. It's just a pity for the soldiers below, they were all elites."
They looked at each other. Wu Qi spoke first, "The Wei Wu soldiers, 3 Legion Commanders have fallen, with a total of 3.5 million soldiers killed in action."
Lin Zhan was taken aback. The Wei Wu soldiers were heavily armored troops skilled in assault and breakthrough, and their Legion Commanders were all high-ranking Kings. How could there be such heavy casualties?
Wu Qi saw Lin Zhan's thoughts and explained, "We clashed head-on with the elite soldiers of the beast race's Lion and Tiger clans. Otherwise, the Second Group Army would have been wiped out."
Lin Zhan shook his head, his heart aching, and gestured for them to continue.
Li Jing glanced at the others and said, "The Xuan Jia Army, one Legion Commander has fallen, with 1.4 million soldiers killed in action."
"The Great Han Iron Cavalry, one Legion Commander has fallen, with 1.8 million soldiers killed in action."
"The Yu Lin Army, no Legion Commander fell, with 600,000 soldiers killed in action."
"The Wolf Cavalry, no Legion Commander fell, with another 400,000 soldiers killed in action."
The Xuan Jia Army single-handedly withstood the left flank's attack and then coordinated with the Sixth Group Army to launch an assault on Rommel's center. The Great Han Iron Cavalry, along with the Desolate Elephant Army and Dragon Colt Chariots, charged into the enemy formations.
The losses for these two units were within acceptable limits, but the fallen Legion Commanders made Lin Zhan's heart ache terribly.
According to Lin Zhan's nurturing, each Legion Commander of the First Front Army was destined to become a pillar capable of suppressing regions. Together with their subordinate legions, they were the main force Lin Zhan intended to use to pacify all realms.
In this war of ten thousand races, five of his highly anticipated Legion Commanders had fallen. This hurt Lin Zhan more than two knife wounds.
The Yu Lin Army and the Wolf Cavalry attacked the allied camp of the ten thousand races, coordinating with the remote attack formations of the Immortal race. Such losses were not excessive.
It was just that the Wolf Cavalry, directly under the young Daoist, had lost more than half of its strength after these battles. There were now only about 2.5 million soldiers left.
If his silly brother-in-law found out, who knew what kind of trouble he would stir up.
Lin Zhan listened to their reports, and no matter how he calculated, something felt missing.
He looked up at Li Siye beside him and said, "What about yours? What are the casualties of the Mo Dao Army? Don't tell me you lost the entire Mo Dao Army."
Lin Zhan said to his most trusted subordinate.
Li Siye gave Lin Zhan a resentful look. "Marshal, you're too unfair. You always give us old fellows tough assignments."
"3 million elite Xue Mo soldiers, 1 million Frost Giants. Good heavens, they blunted all the Mo Dao blades of our men. You need to get us new equipment."
Lin Zhan was startled, and then anger slowly rose in his eyes. "I asked you about the casualties of the Mo Dao Army, and you're talking about equipment here."
"The Mo Dao Army has 350,000 soldiers killed in action, 700,000 severely wounded, and no disabled soldiers. The Lian Shan Dragon Elephant led the charge against the Frost Giants. Fortunately, with this fellow, none of my five Legion Commanders fell."
Lin Zhan nodded. "You scared me to death. But this Lian Shan Dragon Elephant fellow is indeed good. Have him find Ancestor Li Cunxiao. Let Ancestor Cunxiao teach him well during this period."
Li Siye shook his head. "Finding him is not an option. He can be carried."
Seeing Lin Zhan's surprise, Li Cunxiao continued, "This fellow broke two of his three legs, leaving only the middle one intact. He broke one and a half of his arms..."
"Wait, what do you mean by one and a half?"
Li Siye clenched his fist. "Isn't his right hand still usable..."
Before Li Siye could finish, Lin Zhan pulled out his Wind Thunder Great Blade and shouted, "Get lost..."
"Will do..."
Two hours later.
Wearing animal skins, with messy colors painted on his face, the young Daoist arrived at the battlefield with a group of equally dressed old men.
Lin Zhan looked at the young Daoist and said sternly, "Brother-in-law, our maternal grandfather, second great-uncle, and Uncle Xiang have all died. Are the plans of those ancestors really reliable?"
The young Daoist made an "OK" gesture with his hand. "No problem, Big Brother, just watch."
Lin Zhan was a little bewildered by the young Daoist's words. "Didn't I abolish the barbarian language long ago? Where did this kid learn it?"
"Brother-in-law, where did you learn that barbarian language?"
The young Daoist was startled and then said, "That night, my eldest senior brother was secretly watching a movie. I eavesdropped outside the wall and learned it. This stuff is too difficult to pronounce, so I only learned three simple sentences."
Hearing this, Lin Zhan's interest was piqued. It was fine if he didn't study well; look, someone in his family was becoming cultured.
"Brother-in-law, what else have you learned? Hurry up and tell Big Brother."
The young Daoist lowered his head and thought for a moment. "Oh yeah, Ya Mai Dai..."
Lin Zhan: .........
"Damn you, Zhang Hao Ran, for corrupting my brother-in-law! I'll kill you, you son of a bitch."
Saying that, he picked up his great blade and looked at Zhang Hao Ran.
Seeing the bewildered Zhang Hao Ran, He Da Zhuang and a group of others, who were experienced, quickly held Lin Zhan back.
"Old Lin, Old Lin, calm down. Why are you getting angry with that brute Zhang Hao Ran?"
"Yes, yes, don't be angry. It's not worth killing him over such a small matter."
Lin Zhan, who was seething with anger, turned to He Da Zhuang and said, "Da Zhuang, I know you have a movie company under you. Damn it, when we get back, I'll have Zhang Hao Ran sent to you to be the male lead. Don't let him come back until he's made a thousand movies."