"Looks like we've won again!"
Seeing the allied forces retreating step by step on the battlefield, Jordon couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The other generals all had expressions of inevitability.
The allied forces were mixed and each had their own agenda, making it difficult to unite as one. In terms of combat power, they were no match for the imperial army, so defeat was expected.
Stali said with a smile, "The main force of the allied army is here. As long as we give them a heavy blow, it will be much easier afterward."
Jordon laughed heartily and then turned to see Brad deep in thought, confused, he asked, "What's wrong?"
Brad shook his head and pondered, "The allied forces can't be the empire's match on the frontal battlefield. The commander on the opposite side should be aware of this. In the past, they would implement assassination operations to turn the situation around. But until now, there's been no movement."
