Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1054 - 270: Sun-Class Weapon_2

Chapter 1054: Chapter 270: Sun-Class Weapon_2

"Your Majesty, are you suggesting... we are now deep behind enemy lines? Or have we become detached from the main army?" General Reyes’s fiery fox tail swung nervously back and forth. "Could it be that after the legion’s main camp received reports of enemy activity at Yale Oasis, they readjusted the marching pace? But if so, why didn’t the military command inform us to rest at Harvard Oasis for a few days and wait for the central army to catch up?"

"With aerial scouts, it’s indeed strange that our communications are not smooth, but we don’t need to worry about that much because even if we wanted to turn back now, it’s not possible. Let’s focus on taking Yale Oasis first!" Liu Zhenhan curled his lips, scanning the surrounding officers. "Please forgive my presumption of authority—Turun Combined Force and I are both from the Northeast Province, and as a fellow countryman, I feel obliged to contribute my strength when the situation is unclear, and I am confident in doing so. Rest assured, gentlemen, I will not lead you into a dead end. As part of the Expeditionary Sacrificial Group, I am not competing for military honors. If there are any difficulties with our Turun Combined Force, feel free to tell me."

"Your Majesty’s words are too serious," General Reyes said, calculating in his heart after hearing that the central and rear armies had not kept up, he also became somewhat apprehensive. If large bands of human bandits were to attack from the depths of the desert and Yale Oasis, the vanguard corps, with no natural defenses in the desert and only infantry units to counter the Camel Cavalry, two thousand officers really wouldn’t know how they died: "Your Majesty, actually using sacrificial rituals as staff officers is a long-standing tradition of Beamon. I have long heard of your glorious military exploits, General Reyes. It is an honor to step into the rhythm of war under your guidance. As for the issue of the central army catching up, our aerial scout Griffin Knights come by every two days, so we’ll just ask them then."

"Why worry so much? In three days, our own air knights will engage in comprehensive reconnaissance." Liu Zhenhan laughed, "First, let’s assess the situation in Yale Oasis, and as for the legion, let’s wait until they contact us."

"Your Majesty, I’ve actually thought about this long ago, but all the air knights under our command belong to you, and without your instruction, I dare not allocate them overstepping my authority," General Reyes also laughed.

"As long as we ensure sufficient fresh water, our Turun Combined Force will be second to none compared to the War God’s Whip! What difficulty would there be in taking Yale Oasis!" The Turun squad leaders weren’t as scheming and felt quite honored to have a heroic sacrificial ritual lead them: "Your Majesty, we look forward to competing under your command in Yale Oasis to see who is tougher, us or the desert bandits!"

"Since we all come from the same province, I won’t say any pleasantries. From now on, I will handle the provision of all the fresh water, but you must follow my orders without question!" Liu Zhenhan took off his porcupine skin coronet and smoothed his punk long hair: "Once we take Yale Oasis and rendezvous with the main army, all orders will return under General Reyes. If anyone has objections, you can raise them now."

No one objected, and even if they had objections, they were afraid of running out of water. No one wanted to spend another day short on water in the desert.

"Inform every soldier, at each nightly encampment, to first build a high slope with sand and rest their legs on the slope while sleeping. This will ensure they are more energetic the next day." Liu Zhenhan brought out an old skill from his days as a scout. During intense field training when sleep was scarce, scouts would find a mound to rest their feet on while sleeping head downwards, which lessened the cardiac load and effectively restored strength.

Twenty squad leaders from Orephin looked bewilderingly at the Shaman of Divine Songs, somewhat puzzled.

"Did you hear that?" Liu Zhenhan, seeing their dumbfounded expressions, bellowed in anger.

"Yes!" A bunch of officers stood up, and with a "hurrah," they collectively saluted, the fierce grimace that Prince Richard had just flashed was so chilling that even these professional soldiers shuddered.

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The arduous trek finally came to an end.

They were only ten li from Yale Oasis, and the position of Turun Combined Force on this dune allowed them to command an unobstructed view from above.

At the captains’ yelling, all the soldiers got down below the dune, with the wart-hog warriors in the front line, guarded on the flanks by porcupine javelineers with wooden shields and battle knives, spears. Even though they were in a prone position and not yet engaged in combat, their excellent military training allowed the elite Piegel soldiers to quickly complete basic tactical moves.

"Damn your grandma!" Liu Zhenhan stood at the top of the dune, his sunglass-covered eyes glued to the Eagle Eye Telescopic Glass, cursing non-stop.

Twenty squad leaders and the two combined team leaders, along with General Reyes, the highest military officer of the vanguard corps, and the chilly Centaurs all gathered around him, waiting for the chief Shaman to speak.

The wind was strong, carrying a wheezing roar, lifting up sand particles like snowflakes, savagely lashing people’s faces, the soldiers’ shields, and the rivets on their leather armors, creating a noise resembling the frying of broad beans.