General Zhao was dressed in military uniform and armor, with a shiny helmet on his head. He had a straight face, showing no anger and self-power, giving him a sense of mighty and domineering strength.
At this time, he was sitting on the grand master's chair in the camp, with eight lieutenants sitting neatly under him.
"Commander, we achieved a great victory today and killed nearly 50,000 enemy troops. It is really gratifying and congratulatory." A lieutenant general smiled happily.
"Those cowards in the Eastern Jin Dynasty are simply too weak. They are just like soft-footed shrimps. They can be killed one by one with a knife." Another deputy general said proudly.
A smile appeared on Marshal Zhao's mighty face, and he nodded proudly: "This would be all thanks to the eight strong masters who arrived last night. If they hadn't run rampant in the opponent's army and scattered the opponent's formation,
, we won’t win so quickly.”
"Fifty thousand, a total of fifty thousand corpses. We have fought against the Eastern Jin Dynasty for so long, and we have never killed so many enemy troops at one time."
"We can't lose more than a thousand people. There is a river of blood on the grassland, and the blood is all the blood of the soldiers of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, hahaha——"
"Your Majesty and the First Elder will be rewarded heavily for this great victory. When the time comes, the position of General Protector of the Country will be in your pocket, Commander-in-Chief." Another deputy general complimented loudly.
Marshal Zhao had a proud smile on his face, obviously he was very impressed by these compliments.
He suppressed the curve of the corner of his mouth, coughed, and said calmly: "It's too early to say anything about this matter now. If we can really win the Eastern Jin Dynasty..."
At that time, there will be more than just a general to protect the country. Maybe the entire Eastern Jin Dynasty will be under his jurisdiction. This local emperor will have a much better position than the general to protect the country. Marshal Zhao was extremely proud.
Compared with the joy in the Northern Desert, the Eastern Jin Dynasty was desolate and desolate.
In one battle, 50,000 soldiers died tragically, which was the first time in the history of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
Mu Zifeng was lying on the bed, his face as pale as a piece of paper. It could be seen from the blood stains on the corners of his mouth that he had vomited blood not long ago.
"General, it's important for you to take care of yourself."
"Yes, General, victory or defeat is a common thing for military officers..."
Mu Zifeng waved his hand feebly and sighed weakly: "The Northern Desert is coming fiercely this time... There are still ninth-level experts participating in the battle... The Eastern Jin Dynasty is in danger."
"General!"
The eyes of the two lieutenants were full of misery.
Mu Zifeng smiled sadly, but a trace of perseverance flashed in his eyes: "However, it is only natural for a man to protect his family and country. Even if he is defeated, he must fight to the end to protect the gateway of the Eastern Jin Dynasty!"
"But... just as you said, General, the other side has ninth-level experts participating in the battle. We have lost this battle before it even begins." Lieutenant General A said anxiously.
"Yes, General, what should we do now? The soldiers below are mentally disturbed and may something happen." Deputy General B also looked very unhappy.
Mu Zifeng looked at the dark night outside, with a look of helplessness in his eyes: "Facing the ninth-level powerhouse, we ordinary soldiers can only wait to be slaughtered."
"Don't we have our own ninth-level warrior?" Lieutenant General A asked indignantly.
"Yes, we also have them in the Eastern Jin Dynasty." Mu Zifeng seemed to remember something, coughed violently a few times, and then said slowly, "But those few, in order to pursue the great road for themselves, have long since disappeared into time, and no one is there.