Chapter 1220: Great General
The night belonged to those bloodthirsty creatures. All mercenaries and the main forces began to gather and fully retreat while starting to count the casualties.
Near the Dark Primitive Mountain forest, an encampment had been set up, serving as the command center for the United Army. Everyone was busy transferring weapons and ammunition to various needed locations.
This time, the preparations of the United Army were a bit special. Every soldier was wearing a unique attire adorned with many wooden spikes.
The monsters from the Dark Primitive Mountain forest killed their prey through close combat, and this special attire made the bloodthirsty creatures wary. Even a hint of hesitation would slow them down, and any delay provided the United Army with an opportunity to open fire.
A general in his fifties was looking at screens, which displayed the battlefield situation; green indicated conquered areas while red showed danger zones.
Listening to his subordinates’ reports, the general heard they had killed over a hundred bloodthirsty creatures, with three hundred of the United Army fallen and two hundred wounded, equating to a loss of five hundred combatants. This was just the outcome of the first day.
After hearing the report, the general’s expression darkened, then he walked outside and saw the solemn faces of the soldiers, knowing morale was very bad.
No one knew how many bloodthirsty creatures were in the Dark Primitive Mountain forest. With such tragic losses on the first day, what about the second or the third? He feared that without one hundred thousand men, they could not take this deadly place.
Just when the general felt pessimistic, he suddenly received a call. After a brief conversation, his brow furrowed tightly.