With this in mind, Crane first called his men, the spies he had sent to monitor the [Justice League] camp outside the [Justice League] camp last night, and asked them if there were any baggage teams entering the [Justice League] camp until his army arrived. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After receiving a negative answer from the spies, Crane immediately asked the spies to follow the scouts, who could reach speeds of tens of kilometers per hour, to find the baggage team.

After more than ten minutes, the [Freedom League] spies who received Klan's order successfully found the [Justice League] baggage team that was still seven or eight kilometers away from the [Justice League] camp, and was composed of a high-level powerhouse, guarding the [Justice League] baggage team advancing towards the camp.

So, Crane led the army of the [Freedom Alliance] to intercept the baggage team that was transporting a large amount of grain and grass, and forced Haji to lead the army of the [Justice League] out of the camp and fight a decisive battle with his own army - to be honest, if it wasn't for the lair of the Crypt Demon Clan, it would be more than twenty miles away, and Crane was afraid that Haji would jump off the wall in a hurry, and directly led the troops to attack there, I am afraid that the [Freedom Alliance] army that successfully intercepted the baggage team would have retreated to a place that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and waited for the army of the [Justice League] to attack.

As it turned out, Crane's hand did hit Haji's seven inches - the baggage team carrying countless grain and grass was cut off, and the grain and grass in the camp was not enough for the army to eat for a day.

In this case, even if Haji is unwilling to carry the morale of the army, the army of the [Justice League], which has not yet fully recovered, fights head-on with the army of the [Freedom Alliance], but has to bow his head in the face of reality.

After all, if you don't fight today, tomorrow, Haji won't be able to fight even if she wants to.

In this way, Haji, who was helpless, could only lead the [Justice League] army under his command and leave the camp that had taken a lot of effort to build. With the army of the [Freedom Alliance], which was waiting for the battle, in the open space two kilometers away from the camp, began this decisive battle that would determine the future of Zoltra.

As soon as the battle began, as described earlier, it entered a white-hot one—tens of thousands of mortal-level soldiers, and hundreds of high-ranking powerhouses, crowded into an open space seven or eight kilometers in size, frantically fighting each other.

Every minute, hundreds of people die. However, many races that knew that they had no way out, even with heavy casualties, still did not have the slightest fear. Therefore, the overall appearance of the battle was scorching, and the two sides could not tell the winner in a short period of time.

The battle in this situation lasted for several hours, and both armies were exhausted, but did not show the slightest sign of defeat, which made the top brass of both alliances a little helpless.

When it was almost ten o'clock in the evening, Crane and Haji, who knew that the two armies could not distinguish between victory and defeat tonight, gave a very tacit order to withdraw their troops. So, the two armies, which had been entangled for an afternoon and an evening, slowly separated.

Then, the [Justice League] army returned, with tents to sleep and rest, but not much food. The army of the [Freedom Alliance] began to build a temporary camp around the intercepted baggage team - of course, the two sides that collected the troops did not forget, and sent some people with more physical strength to collect the corpses of their own soldiers on the battlefield...

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After leading the [Justice League] army back to the camp, Haji first collected all the remaining food and divided it into two unequal portions.

Then Haji took out the smaller portion and ordered the cooking squad to cook it and give it to the hungry soldiers who had been fighting for most of the day. The extra one was left by him, ready to be the last meal tomorrow morning - thanks to today's battle, the mortal-level soldiers of the [Justice League] died less than 20,000. Otherwise, they wouldn't even have the food to cook these two meals.

And just when the army of [Justice League] ate a hot meal. On the other side, the [Freedom Alliance], which had finally set up a temporary camp, had just begun to cook.

However, compared to the [Justice League], which is barely fed, the [Freedom Alliance], which is well supplied and has intercepted the baggage team, has countless grains that can be squandered. So, everyone at [the Freedom Alliance] was very full for this meal.

When it was almost twelve o'clock in the evening, when it was said to be dinner, but it was more like a supper, the two sides arranged for the night watchman, and began to sleep in the tent. For a time, within a radius of dozens of kilometers on the battlefield, everything fell into silence.

Of course, it was the ordinary soldiers and officers who could sleep soundly, and those in the upper echelons of the entire alliance who shouldered the whole alliance certainly did not have the leisure to sleep - they all got together and discussed how to take out the opposing army tomorrow, so that their alliance could win this war.

This night, there was no night attack or anything like that, and the two sides tacitly did not send anyone to harass each other.

It was also on this night that the real high-level leaders of the two alliances, or the core and decision-making levels of the high-level leaders, each issued a special order after some deliberation.

And with this order issued, the final showdown between the two alliances will be incomparably avoided tomorrow.

The next day, November 11, when it was almost eight o'clock in the morning, whether there was fighting or not, because meals had to be prepared in advance for the soldiers to eat. Therefore, in almost any case, the cooks, who had to get up earlier than the ordinary soldiers, had already risen and began to cook for the army.

When it was almost nine o'clock, I don't know if I was attracted by the smell of food, and tens of thousands of soldiers in the two camps woke up one after another.

Then, after more than eight hours of sleep, the soldiers, whose energy and strength had been restored, and who had become vigorous again, were urged by their rumbling stomachs to bother to wash up - they all rushed out of their tents last night as fast as they could, ran to the nearest meal collection point to the tent, collected their own meals, and began to enjoy their hot meals.

Rarely, it seems that they were affected by the atmosphere of the decisive battle, or maybe yesterday's casualties were so heavy that they didn't feel that mood. In short, the mortal-level soldiers who like to chat and fart with each other during meals are very silent during this meal.

Perhaps, they also know that after today's battle, among the tens of thousands of mortal-level soldiers on both sides, there will be no one in ten who can survive, and the vast majority of them will fall on the battlefield. That's why I ate silently, wanting to taste the taste of this last meal.