The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

Yun Kuo was nervous and failed to find the location of the wound several times.

Yan Zun held down Yun Kuo's slightly trembling hand.

"calm."

Yan Zun's calm voice brought Yun Kuo back to his senses.

Yun Kuo took a deep breath, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and finally began to examine Yan Tao's body in an orderly manner.

Just now, he was too nervous.

Yun Kuo never expected that Qin Zong would really take action against Yan Tao.

Moreover, the attack was so heavy.

Outside the starship, the fighting on the battlefield continues.

The shouts of killing continued to enter the starship. Yun Kuo calmly treated Yan Tao's wounds, feeling slightly relieved.

Then he turned to look at Yan Zun: "The ice pick missed Yan Tao's body by an inch. Although he was seriously injured, I am 80% confident that I can save Yan Tao's life."

"It's just that her injuries are still too severe and she will probably be in coma for some days."

Yan Zun also breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, he looked calm, but in fact there was cold sweat oozing out of his palms.

"As long as it's okay, it'll be okay..."

On the battlefield, the two coaches, Yan Tao and Qin Zong, were both defeated.

They can no longer direct the battle.

The empire selected three marshals to jointly command the battle.

On Qin Zong's side, the high priest was temporarily pushed up.

Although the high priest was highly respected within the clan, he had never commanded a war.

Their race is on the verge of collapse in their homeland, and they have to fight against various dangers every day. Everyone is working hard to improve their personal strength, and there is no time to study any tactics and military books.

The high priest's personal strength is indeed not weak, but he is not Qin Zong after all.

It is impossible to command like Qin Zong and be victorious in every battle.

Under the joint pressure of the three marshals, the blue-shirted team commanded by the high priest retreated steadily.

In the empire, there was even news that the enemy coach was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

The opponent's coach can no longer direct the battle. If they can persist a little longer, they might actually be able to win the battle.

As a result, the imperial army's offensive became more and more fierce.

A whole month.

The three marshals regained the territory of three galaxies.

The big stone in their hearts finally slowly let go.

but……

The old marshal was sitting in the war room, looking through the battle reports of these days, his brows always furrowed and not loosened.

He pondered for a long time and sighed heavily.

"This battle was really brutal."

"We...we lose even if we win, and we lose even more if we lose."

The other generals standing in the room also looked serious.

"What the old marshal said is exactly what we are worried about."

One of the generals sighed heavily.

"Although, the enemy's coach is seriously injured and dying. He was replaced by a general who doesn't know how to fight. However, their personal strength is there. No matter how clever we are, we can't avoid these losses."

"yes."

"It would be nice if His Majesty was awake. We really don't have His Majesty's ability to predict events and minimize casualties."

"……That's right."

For a moment, the entire war room fell silent.

They have been triumphant these days, but this dismal victory came at a huge price.

The old marshal couldn't help but sigh again, his voice trembling: "Three million! A total of 3 million soldiers! Injured and dead. In the past six months, the number has been reduced to 2.5 million..."

"Continuing like this is not an option..."