92: Chapter 92 The Royal Taiji's March

"Report!" Amidst the endless stretches of ragged tents, several scouts charged in at high speed, heading toward the central command tent.

War is civilization's most potent destroyer and catalyst. Constant warfare has caused the wolf race to make increasing progress in war command and military structure. Furthermore, with the shadow of the Qin Army behind the scenes, the Wolf God Khanate's military has become increasingly standardized, with various functions classified and made more efficient.

Originally, when the wolfmen fought, they only knew how to swarm forward or retreat. At most, they could simply divide into vanguard and rearguard. The functions of important military units like scouts were distributed among the hunting warriors.

Following the reorganization by officers who graduated from the Qin Army Command Academy, the Wolf God Khanate has basically met the demands of the battlefield in terms of military development. This, alongside people's war, is the most powerful weapon the Wolf God Khanate has against foreign enemies.

"Reporting to the Son of God, the army of the faithless has set out. Regardless of age, they have all been issued weapons and armor and are launching an all-out attack on our country." The scout captain knelt on one knee and reported loudly.

"Hmm! I am aware. Go down and collect your reward. The Wolf God is supreme." Lang Yan stood before the map, his face expressionless, revealing no emotional fluctuations.

"The Wolf God is supreme!" The scout captain shouted piously and withdrew.

The Mad Wolf Tribe does not build cities, nor do they like to settle in one place, preferring to follow the water and grass. Places with abundant water sources and lush vegetation have more prey, so the wolfmen follow the prey, acting as nomadic tribes on the Planet of the Dead.

Therefore, when the wolfmen fight with full force, every citizen can become a soldier. The wolf race is powerful, becoming one of The Ten Great Tribes.

However, due to its own needs, the Wolf God Khanate has gradually changed toward a semi-nomadic state. Most of the Wolf God Khanate's citizens are hybrids of the wolf race and other races, with mixed Bloodline and low status. These wolfmen can actually be called Half-Wolfmen. Not all Half-Wolfmen are breeds good at running, so a portion of the Half-Wolfmen engage in crude farming and animal husbandry.

In this way, the Wolf God Khanate's disadvantage is quite obvious. The Mad Wolf Khanate has mobilized its entire nest, full of aggressive Aura. The Half-Wolfmen, whose strength was already inferior to the Mad Wolf Khanate, must also defend their homeland, making the situation even more dire.

Fortunately, the Half-Wolfmen have one advantage: fighting on their own soil. To defend their homes, the Half-Wolfmen will certainly unite against the enemy and fight bravely. Plus, with the Qin Army subtly deterring them from the flank, the Mad Wolf Tribe does not have all the advantages.

Additionally, the Half-Wolfmen, who are accustomed to semi-nomadic and semi-agricultural life, have a greater familiarity with mountain warfare than the Mad Wolf Tribe, which is also a major advantage.

"If you preserve the land but lose the people, you lose both the people and the land. If you preserve the people but lose the land, you will gain both the people and the land." Lang Yan pondered the words Zhao Feng had given him, and a brilliant light gradually ignited in his eyes.

"Pass down the order: all frontline villages are to implement a scorched-earth policy. Everyone is to retreat into the mountains. Leave not a single grain of food or a drop of good water for the enemy. As for the Wolf God warriors, follow me to the front to buy time for our wives and children. May the Wolf God bless us; we shall be invincible!"

As a religious nation, Lang Yan's orders were loyally executed. Countless Half-Wolfmen left their homes, filled with hatred for the Mad Wolf Tribe and pious faith in the Wolf God.

They burned their houses, filled in their wells, threw rotting corpses into the streams, and took away any edible food. What remained was merely a land of ruins.

As for the army of over twenty thousand Half-Wolfmen, they were led by Lang Yan to the front line, intending to buy time for their evacuating families while simultaneously beginning to execute Lang Yan's plan.

On the vast, boundless plain, the Mad Wolf Tribe was marching everywhere. It was dusk again, so the army had to set up camp to rest.

Looking at the abandoned village that was still emitting plumes of smoke, the Ruler's eyes were filled with gravity. As a qualified ambitious warlord, he was naturally no fool and could certainly see clearly what this represented.

"Which village is this?"

"Reporting to the supreme Ruler, this is the third village we have passed," an elderly wolf standing beside him said respectfully.

"It seems these rebels intend to fight a decisive battle with our army; our plan to forage from the enemy has failed. Left Taiji, how much longer can our army's food supplies last?" The Ruler nodded and continued to ask.

"Not counting the slaves, we can last for two more days. Including the slaves, we can last for four days, five days at most," the Left Taiji said affirmatively.

"It seems we must settle this quickly." The Ruler turned around coldly and shouted, "The map!"

The Left and Right Great Danghu, along with the Left and Right Guduhou and other generals, walked over at the Ruler's signal and gathered around the map.

"Generals, the rebels dare not fight a decisive battle with our army. They are implementing this scorched-earth policy, but our army cannot return just like that. We must find the rebels and annihilate them in one stroke. However, there is no news from our spies regarding where the rebels intend to flee. What are your judgments?" The Ruler said in a deep voice.

The various wolfman generals buried their heads in thought, searching for countermeasures, and for a moment, there was silence.

After a long while, the Left Guduhou looked up and said, "Reporting to the supreme Ruler, this general believes that these rebels are highly likely to flee toward the Qin Kingdom's Yun City."

The Left Guduhou was a slightly thin, resolute wolfman. He pointed at the map and said, "Everyone, look. This Yun City has always stationed heavy troops. Although the Qin Kingdom claims it is to prevent attacks from the undead, they may not lack the intention to aid the rebels. Once the Yun City army mobilizes to meet them, our army will be outnumbered, and this battle..."

To speak of defeat before the battle had even begun—even though he was the high-ranking Left Guduhou, a few beads of cold sweat broke out on him.

"No matter." The Ruler was worthy of being a great leader of his generation; he gently signaled for the Left Guduhou not to panic, while silently pondering his words in his heart.

"This general, however, feels that the rebels will definitely not head in the direction of Yun City," the Right Guduhou, who was always at odds with the Left Guduhou, said loudly.

"Oh, why is that?" The Ruler asked.

"Reporting to the supreme Ruler, this general believes that in the eyes of the Qin people, we, including the rebels, are all aliens. They wish for us all to die out. They will certainly sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, then, at the appropriate time, take us all out in one fell swoop. Although the rebel leader Lang Yan has a humble status, he must certainly be able to think of this point and will definitely not entrust his life to outsiders."

"What are everyone's thoughts?" The Ruler was secretly pleased; this Right Guduhou was indeed an excellent successor.

He thought this in his heart, but his face remained expressionless.

"The Right Guduhou's words make sense; we admire him." The remaining generals and ministers feigned sudden realization and praised him in unison. Even the Left Guduhou, whose expression remained unchanged, had to admit that the Right Guduhou's words were very reasonable.

"Then where do you think they will flee to?"

Encouraged by everyone, the Right Guduhou perked up and pointed his claw at the map, saying, "If my predictions are correct, they will definitely flee toward here."