Chapter 1569: Invincible Morale

After the Soldiers of the Xingtian Tribe heard the call from their Tribal Chief, they no longer lingered in the fight and began attempting to break free from the encirclement of the Huaxia and Xuanyuan Tribe Soldiers, because they were at a disadvantage and it was truly time to break out now.

Fortunately, they had not been surrounded from behind, which happened to be their path of retreat. Xingtian relied on his formidable body and strength, attacking while retreating to clear a path for his Soldiers. As long as he rammed into them, the Xuanyuan Tribe Soldiers were basically killed, while the Huaxia Soldiers, protected by armor, were at most injured and not so easily killed.

However, facing the Xingtian Tribe Soldiers who had begun a fierce retreat, the Huaxia Soldiers were not so easy to fight anymore, because they were traveling light and running away; they were not routed troops, just making a strategic retreat, so they could not be fought like routed troops.

"Stop the pursuit! Cease the pursuit!"

The highest-ranking officer on the scene was Regimental Commander Zhisu. Seeing the enemy begin to retreat rapidly and in an orderly fashion, he hurriedly ordered everyone to stop the pursuit, because if they chased any further, they would very likely fall into an ambush, and the poles would be reversed once again.

And at this moment, the Leader of the Xuanyuan Tribe also chose to listen to Zhisu, because he did not want to pursue too deeply either; in this battle just now, the casualties on both sides were quite heavy.

"Your squad, spread out in front to keep watch! The rest of you, rescue the wounded and clear the battlefield!"

Zhisu made arrangements in an orderly manner. He himself was also covered in blood; of course, it was not his own. He was also quite valiant in battle; just now he had killed three enemies, and this was counted.

After Xingtian withdrew, he discovered that there were no pursuing troops behind him, so he immediately slowed his pace and turned back to count the number of his Soldiers.

What he counted were his elite Soldiers, the Soldiers he recognized. Upon counting, at least several dozen had not returned, and as for those non-elite Soldiers, the number was even greater; compared to when he brought them out, the casualties were heavy.

But Xingtian did not feel there was anything wrong with that. War is like this; how could it be that no one would die? Huaxia killed his people, and he went to kill them; this was already revenge, it was enough, and his goal had been achieved.

"My Soldiers! Your fighting just now was brave enough. We have already avenged our Soldiers. Now let us go back, have a good meal, and then find an opportunity to continue attacking them. We must beat them into submission and make them our Slaves!"

"Good! Good! Good!" The people of the Xingtian Tribe responded loudly.

The Huaxia side did not have such a process of feeding empty promises and chicken soup, because everyone's merits would be calculated clearly. Now they only needed to calculate how many people had died and how many were still alive.

They were currently at the main base of Huaxia and the Xuanyuan Tribe, so they did not kill those Xingtian Tribe Soldiers who looked like they could survive; only those who were clearly about to die were given a finishing blow to let them suffer less and die sooner.

Of course, this time Huaxia and the Xuanyuan Tribe also suffered heavy casualties. They really could not be happy. In a situation like this, they did not even have the chance to use Bombs, because if they used them, they might end up blowing up more of their own people than the enemy. Indeed, their greatest means could not be put to use.

And the Cavalry, due to the distance, had not been able to arrive in time. Even if they had arrived, in such a forest with so many people in a chaotic melee, the Cavalry would have difficulty exerting their advantages and would easily suffer losses. Therefore, even if they could really arrive, the Cavalry could not be sent in. In a situation of close-quarters combat like this, it depended on who was better prepared and had stronger combat power.

The Xuanyuan Tribe was counting their fallen Soldiers and really could not be happy. The number was simply too high, especially at the initial contact where it was one against many; the Xuanyuan Tribe Soldiers were at a complete disadvantage and suffered the most deaths. The Huaxia side was better off; after all, the armor was not worn for nothing.

They quickly transported the living back to the rear main base to find Military Doctors for emergency treatment to see how many people could be saved.

This time, the number of Military Doctors brought by Huaxia was also large. Just counting those with formal titles, there were five skilled doctors, plus over a dozen who had just graduated and should have gone to the grassroots level for internships, and over a dozen more special ones: medical students sent by the Xuanyuan Tribe to study at Huaxia, who were now also serving as Military Doctors on this battlefield.

Basic emergency suturing was no problem for them. The scale of this year's medical rescue team was quite large; at least there would not be a situation where saving one person delayed ten other places.

They were also prepared at all times. The field Hospital had been set up when they made camp, with over a hundred beds placed densely, but so-called beds... anyway, as long as people could lie down, it was fine. In an emergency, beds could be dispensed with, and lying directly on the ground was fine. At this time, there was no need to be so particular.

Just like before, whether they were from Huaxia or the Xuanyuan Tribe, they were treated upon arrival. Regardless of who it was, it was first come, first served. Of course, priority was given to saving the severely wounded, and those who would not die were set aside to be treated later.

Arriving before the wounded were the war reports. Because of the distance, the main base did not yet know the situation at the front, only knowing from the whistle sounds that a battle had occurred. Support was sent quickly, but by the time the support led by Shaoyin arrived, it was already time to clear the battlefield.

"Regimental Commander Zhisu, how is the situation?"

Zhisu's expression was pained: "Sigh, just finished counting. Our Soldiers here, thirty-seven are dead, and the lightly and severely wounded together total two hundred. The situation on the Xuanyuan Tribe side is even worse: over a hundred dead and over four hundred wounded, and most are severely wounded; many look like they cannot be saved."

Shaoyin's expression also turned sorrowful: "What is the situation? Did a lot of people come from the opposite side?"

"Roughly estimated at over a thousand. Our plan was flawed; we let people face more with less from the beginning, which is why the casualties are so heavy. If our support could have arrived at the first moment, this situation definitely would not have occurred."

Furthermore, we do not understand our enemy. This Xingtian's fighting style is indeed very different from other enemies we have encountered. The retaliation comes fast and fierce; they do not linger in battle and withdraw quickly after discovering they are at a disadvantage.

Moreover, their Soldiers are well-equipped, experienced, and fierce in momentum, which is vastly different from those we have encountered before. Fortunately, they were not wearing armor; if they were allowed to wear armor, we really would not have much of an advantage in a one-on-one."

Zhisu paused slightly: "Most importantly, there is a very invincible Soldier among them, like a standing giant bear, holding an axe in one hand and a shield in the other. Three of our Soldiers fighting him alone could not win; he is extremely valiant and terrifying. And he is very likely Xingtian. If Xingtian can personally go into battle like this, then their morale is indeed..."