Yun Kuo nervously failed to find the location of the wound several times.

Yan Zun pressed Yun Kuo's slightly trembling hand.

"Calm down."

Yan Zun's quiet voice pulled Yun Kuo's mind back.

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

He was too nervous.

Yun Kuo never thought that Qin Zong would really make a move on Yan Tao.

Moreover, the shot is so heavy.

Beyond the starship, the battle on the battlefield continues.

The shouts of killing kept coming into the starship, and Yun Kuo calmly treated Yan Tao's wounds, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Only then did he turn his head to look at Yan Zun: "When the ice pick pierced Yan Tao's body, it was an inch off, although it was a serious injury, but I have eighty percent, and I can save Yan Tao's life." ”

"It's just that her injuries are still too serious, and it is estimated that she will be in a coma for some days."

Yan Zun also breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, he looked calm, but in fact, his palms were full of cold sweat.

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

On the battlefield, the two coaches, Yan Tao and Qin Zong, were both defeated.

can no longer command the battle.

On the Empire's side, three marshals were elected to jointly direct the battle.

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

Although the high priest was highly respected in the clan, he never commanded a war.

Their race is on the verge of collapse in their homeland, and every day they have to fight all kinds of dangers, and each of them is desperately trying to improve his personal strength, and there is no time to study the law of war.

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

It is impossible to command like Qin Zong, and win all battles.

Under the joint persecution of the three marshals, the blue-clad team commanded by the high priest was defeated one after another.

In the empire, there is even news that the enemy commander is seriously injured and dying.

The opposing boss can no longer command the battle, and if they can hold on a little longer, they may really be able to win the battle.

As a result, the offensive of the imperial army became more and more ferocious.

For a whole month.

The three marshals recaptured the territory of the three galaxies.

The boulder in their hearts finally slowly let go of some of them.

But......

The old marshal sat in the war room, looking at the battle reports of these days, and his brows were always locked and did not let go.

He groaned for a long time and sighed heavily.

"This battle was fought so fiercely."

"We ...... If you win, you lose, and if you lose, you lose. ”

The rest of the generals standing in the room also had serious faces.

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

One of the generals sighed heavily.

"Although, the enemy coach is seriously injured and dying. Replaced by a general who didn't know how to fight at all. However, their individual strength is there, and even if we can take advantage of it, we can't avoid these losses. ”

"yes."

"It would be nice if Your Majesty was awake, we really don't have the ability of Your Majesty to anticipate things like a god and minimize casualties."

“…… That's right. ”

For a moment, the entire war room fell silent.

These days they have triumphed all the way, but this dismal victory has come at a huge cost.

The old marshal couldn't help but sigh again, and his voice was trembling: "Three million! A whole 3 million fighters! Wounded wounded, dead dead. In the past six months, the number of employees has been reduced to 2.5 million ......"

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

.。 m.