Chapter 1838

Yunkuo nervously failed to locate the wound several times.

Yan Zun pressed Yun Kuo's trembling hand.

"Calm down."

Yan Zun's quiet voice pulled back yunkuo's mind.

Yunkuo took a deep breath, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and finally began to check Yantao's body in an orderly manner.

Just now, he was too nervous.

Yunkuo didn't expect that Qin Zong would really attack Yan Tao.

And it's so heavy.

Beyond the star ship, the battle on the battlefield continues.

The cry of killing kept coming into the Starship. Yunkuo calmly treated Yan Tao's wound, and his heart was a little relieved.

Then he turned and looked at Yan Zun: "when the ice cone pierced Yan Tao's body, it deviated an inch. Although it was seriously injured, I have 80% of it. I can keep Yan Tao's life."

"It's just that her injury is still too serious. It's estimated that she will be in a coma for some days."

Yan Zun was also relieved.

Just now, he looked calm, but in fact, his palm was full of cold sweat.

"It's okay, it's okay..."

On the battlefield, Yan Tao and Qin Zong both lost.

Can no longer command the battle.

On the imperial side, three marshals were selected to command the battle together.

On Qin Zong's side, the high priest was temporarily pushed up.

Although the high priest had high hopes in the clan, he did not command the war.

On the verge of collapse, their race has to fight against all kinds of dangers every day. Everyone has worked hard to improve their personal strength. How can they have time to study any war skills and military books.

The high priest's personal strength is really not weak, but he is not Qin Zong after all.

Can't command like Qin Zong and win every battle.

Under the joint coercion of the three marshals, the blue team commanded by the high priest was defeated day by day.

In the Empire, the news that the enemy commander was seriously injured and dying spread.

The opposing commander-in-chief can no longer command the battle. If they can stick to it, they may really win the battle.

As a result, the Imperial Army's offensive became more and more fierce.

A whole month.

The three marshals recaptured the territory of the three galaxies.

The big stone in their heart finally slowly put down some.

But

The old Marshal sat in the war room and looked at the war reports of these days. His eyebrows were always locked and did not loosen.

He pondered for a long time and sighed heavily.

"This battle is really terrible."

"We... Lose when we win, and lose when we lose."

The rest of the generals standing in the room were equally serious.

"What the old Marshal said is exactly what we are worried about."

A general sighed heavily.

"Although the enemy commander was seriously injured and in danger. He was replaced by a general who didn't know how to fight. However, their personal strength is there. Even if we can make more tricks, we can't avoid these losses."

"Yes."

"It would be nice if your majesty were awake. We really don't have the divine ability of your majesty to minimize casualties."

"... yes."

For a moment, the whole war room was silent.

These days they have been singing all the way, but this dismal victory was bought back at a huge price.

The old Marshal couldn't help sighing and his voice was shaking: "three million! Three million soldiers! Wounded, dead. In the past six months, the number of staff has been reduced to 2.5 million..."

"It's not a way to go on like this..."