"Enemy closing in at one o'clock!"
"Enemy approaching at three o'clock!"
Like they had prearranged it, the Otherworld Allied Army sprouted from all sides like mushrooms after the rain. Completely disregarding the terrifying power of the artillery, they regrouped and prepared to attack again.
The sight of the dense crowd in the distance sent chills down Luo Chuan's spine. Just the number of people he could see visually was in the tens of thousands, whereas they only had a few thousand. Even including the Russian troops nearby, they had less than ten thousand. Despite their superior weaponry, dealing with such numbers seemed an impossible task.
Clearly, this had to be the main force of the Otherworld Allied Army. Cleverly avoiding the multinational forces' vanguard, they launched an attack on their relatively weaker rear lines.
