"Sir. The left side is collapsing. We need more soldiers there!" A soldier shouted while gritting his teeth. He had seen the plants rampaging around, killing so many soldiers in one go.
"…" Spencer, the commander of that army, frowned and said, "We're going to—"
Though, before he completed his words, he heard something on his radio. He immediately changed his words. "Wait for a few minutes. The reserve army is on the way."
"Understood!" The guy nodded. He was aware that there were only three thousand soldiers on the front line while the other twenty thousand remained on the back.
Since they were going to send some troops, it should be enough to relieve some pressure on their side. At the same time, these soldiers were fresh and had been conserving their stamina and Magic Power from the beginning. Their combat strength would far surpass the exhausted soldiers on the front line.
