“Sir, my subordinates report that Wind Howl Keep was captured by us not long ago, and those insects are fleeing south!” A newly Ascended One knelt on one knee and said loudly.

“You’ve done well! I will report this merit to Lord of the Celestial Dome.” Totoloc nodded approvingly, “Don't worry about the routed soldiers for now, continue to cut through the insects' lines to the east until they are completely defeated!”

“Yes, sir!”

“This war will earn you more than one promotion opportunity, seize the opportunity and exchange their blood for honor!”

“Subordinate obeys!”

After the Ascended One took his leave, Totoloc sneered and looked at the map provided by the human nobles, "The insects are nothing more than this, Lord Haeckel Zord is too worried. Their traps may work once or twice, but it is impossible for them to work every time. War ultimately depends on frontal strength to determine the outcome. Even if their resistance is much stronger than it was four hundred years ago, it cannot make up for the overall gap between the races."

"But our losses are not small either," Xiasis's chin tentacles hissed, "In eight days, we have lost nearly forty thousand warriors, and the front-line troops have lost more than thirty percent. If we continue to fight like this, there may be a gap in subsequent forces."

"So what? Stubborn resistance in the early stage, followed by collapse in the later stage, isn't this the consistent performance of the insects?" Totoloc said disapprovingly, "In the War of Divine Will, only the resilient races that can withstand casualties can win the final victory. Now that Wolfheart West has fallen into my hands, how long can the remaining two cities hold out? When we encircle them from all directions, they will soon lose the will to fight—just like now!"

Xiasis did not refute.

Although the intensity of human resistance was somewhat beyond its expectations, it still agreed with the other party's view.

After all, it had seen too many times a stalemate situation suddenly collapse, just like a seemingly solid frozen river surface suddenly breaking and disintegrating.

And the cause often only required a single crack.

Humans always resist most strongly at the beginning, but as casualties continue to increase and failures occur again and again, they will gradually lose confidence, internal divisions will also occur, and finally they will completely lose the will to resist. In the early stage, the casualties of the race will be greater than those of the opponent, but as long as continuous pressure is applied, this situation will be reversed.

In the later stage, it would not be an exaggeration to describe humans as fleeing at the sight of the enemy.

This is not simply a matter of courage, but as Totoloc said, it stems from the essential difference between the two races.

They need a lot of rest, they need to eat, they need warm bedding and windproof housing, but these are all conditions that are difficult to achieve during war.

It had carefully studied humans, and even without seeing them with its own eyes, it could imagine how bad their current situation was.

Continuous uninterrupted attacks, using the Native Bodies as consumables, coupled with numerical superiority, humans basically cannot get enough rest under such conditions, and their spirits must already be on the verge of collapse; as for adequate food and housing, they can forget about it.

These unfavorable conditions will constantly wear down their morale, and the news of the fall of Goldstone Ridge and Wind Howl Keep will eventually spread throughout the army. When the two are superimposed, how long can Fine Sand City and Sunken Pond Bay hold out?

And the race does not need these things. Whether it is eating or resting, it can be solved through Life Motes. The more cruel the war, the more obvious this advantage becomes.

Xiasis agreed with Haeckel Zord's view, but it firmly believed that victory would ultimately belong to the race, and humans—rather than insects, had done enough.

"I will take the news of victory back to Celestial Dome City. I will leave the next attack entirely to you for the time being." It said, "Don't underestimate the opponent, and strive to occupy Wolfheart with the existing forces—we shouldn't add too much burden to the rear at this time."

Totoloc exhaled a puff of hot air, "Don't worry, if the troops are insufficient, I will personally fill that gap."

……

After retreating to a safe area, Qiuda slept for more than ten hours.

When he woke up, he felt weak all over and his stomach was uncomfortably hungry. He subconsciously wanted to touch the dry food in his waist pouch, but found that the clothes on his body had been changed and were new, and the familiar rifle was no longer beside the bed.

There were also about ten wooden beds in the tent, but they were all empty.

Where is this... Battlefield Medical Center?

Probably his expression was too terrible because of the side effects of the Sustaining Agent wearing off when he fainted, so he was sent here by his teammates.

I wonder how Falla is doing now.

In order not to expose her identity, she endured the severe pain and disfigured the wound completely. Even if it would not endanger her life, it would probably take a long time to recover.

Qiuda felt his cheeks burning when he thought that his comrade who had been with him day and night for more than half a year was actually a goddess—he didn't have this kind of thought when he evacuated from Wind Howl Keep.

However, this agitation and apprehension were quickly dispelled by the strong feeling of hunger.

If he didn't eat something quickly, he suspected that he might fall down again at any time.

Qiuda slowly got out of bed and dragged his weak body towards the outside of the tent.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he lifted the curtain, a rich aroma of meat penetrated his nostrils. The aroma was so tempting that it was like a delicacy from heaven.

"You're awake?" A nurse quickly noticed him. "Didn't they tell you? Sustaining Agents cannot be taken continuously. If you take one more, I'm afraid you won't wake up. You must be very hungry now, I'll take you to the cafeteria."

Following her into a large tent, Qiuda could hardly believe his eyes.

He saw seven or eight iron buckets lined up on a long table, filled with steaming food, from meat patties to soup. Everyone lined up in a horizontal line, holding lunch boxes and passing by the long table in turn, and when the food in the buckets was more than half consumed, someone would pour new food into them—there was no doubt that these meals were freshly made by the logistics department.

But... this is too extravagant, isn't it?

As a Mojin hunter who often cooperated with other small clans in the past, he naturally knew how difficult it was to provide fresh food for a team, let alone during wartime! The First Army's front line was clearly short of personnel and ammunition, how could they use their valuable transportation capacity for this kind of thing?

When Qiuda couldn't help but ask the question in his mind, the nurse chuckled, "These foods are not transported from Graycastle, they come from the cities of Dawn. And it is not the First Army and the merchants who transport them, but those people you rescued."

"The people we rescued...?"

"Yes," her tone was full of gentleness, "There are both refugees from the Kingdom of Everwinter and refugees from Wolfheart. Some of them went to Neverwinter, while others hoped to stay and do something to fight against the devils. These foods are transported here little by little by them using handcarts or even carrying them on their shoulders."

Qiuda suddenly didn't know what to say.

He had also carried out evacuation missions. To be honest, those refugees were not particularly cooperative at the beginning, and conflicts occasionally broke out between the two sides. He had privately complained about this and regarded them as hopeless fools. But now, it was these "ignorant people" who brought them hot meals.

"It's not just the rescued people," the nurse's tone seemed very happy, "The merchants of Dawn have also stood on our side. They have not only provided many horses, but also taken the initiative to lower the price of food, so everyone can enjoy fresh hot food here."

She raised her head, looked at Qiuda and smiled, "Doesn't this mean that the fact that we are fighting for all mankind is gradually being accepted by everyone? Just thinking about this makes me feel full of energy!"