Looking at those ragged but high-spirited freaks, even with Luo Ming's disposition, he couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness in the face of the might of nature.
Where did they get so many people?
At the narrow Tianxiong Pass, the enemy had lost nearly a million soldiers!
They had exhausted every last bit of their defensive machinery!
Luo Ming prided himself on living for hundreds of years, what tactics hadn't he seen?
But as his life neared its end, Heaven had given him one more stab in the back with a knife, and opened his eyes!
Could war really be fought this way?
Did their people never run out?
The key was, with such massive losses, even if they captured Tianxiong Pass, there were still several passes waiting for them afterwards!
Was it worth it?
Filled with enormous doubt, Luo Ming sighed helplessly.
"Arrange for the death squads at the rear, get ready to retreat!"
