The people of the Southern Army watched as Elder Tantai left, leaving behind several corpses in the camp.
Intense anger shone in their eyes as they said to Shen Qianzhong, "Commander!"
Today, someone dared to put a knife to the Commander's neck.
With just one command from him, they would go to war.
Shen Qianzhong also gazed at Tantai's retreating figure.
In today's battle, although the Southern Army won the first round, they had lost the second round disastrously. The surprise attack by the Genetic Warriors had damaged the image of the Southern Army.
One could say they lost this battle.
Turning around, he looked at the bodies on the ground and saluted them.
He had taken note of this debt.
"Return to the base," Shen Qianzhong ordered, turning to leave.
