The news of Robin's death, along with the loss of a thousand soldiers from the Cataclysmic Front, rocked the commander of the attacking side like a bolt from the blue.
He didn't care about the death of the Cataclysmic Front soldiers, but he knew that if even the Cataclysmic Front couldn't breach Hamid's fortifications, the group of hangers-on under him would be even more hopeless.
Furthermore, he brought over 5,000 soldiers, with nearly 2,000 casualties in two charges, excluding the 1,500 people from the Cataclysmic Front. The actual combat power lost was at least half.
Moreover, after two charges, his soldiers had clearly realized that relying solely on flesh and blood to take Hamid's position was almost impossible to achieve. With two charges, so many comrades had died, and they were now filled with fear.
At this juncture, morale was already extremely low, and if forced to organize a third charge, it would be nothing more than sending them to death, with no other meaning.
Therefore, he knew very well that he could not have another chance to take Hamid this time.
So, he immediately reported the battle situation to his superiors and requested permission to withdraw his troops and return to rest.
When his superiors heard the situation, they were furious.
The many victories over the past few days had filled their expectations for the purge of the opposition, and they firmly believed that this goal would soon be achieved.
But unexpectedly, reality gave itself a blow to the head.
A war, not even the enemy had seen, their own side had suffered 3,000 deaths, which was unacceptable.
What was even more incomprehensible was that this man, Robin, had previously led these Cataclysmic Front mercenaries to numerous victories, and in the eyes of their native commanders, was simply a super war commander who could not be defeated.
Look who could have imagined that such a commander would die in such a way…...
In his anger, he also immediately informed Walter, one of the four battle commanders of the Cataclysmic Front.
At this time, Walter, who was waiting in Damascus for the feedback on the results of the four fronts of the Cataclysmic Front, suddenly received the news of Robin's death, and he couldn't believe it for ten thousand times until the other side sent him the video taken by the scouts, and then he had to accept this reality.
In a small-scale attack battle, more than 1,500 of his men died, as well as a five-star war general. This was the first time since the establishment of the Cataclysmic Front.
Walter really couldn't understand why mountain-occupying opposition forces could have such a powerful fighting force, and he felt that this matter was extremely strange, so he did not dare to delay, rushed to call, ready to report this period of time to the Supreme Commander of the Cataclysmic Front, Joseph.
And at this time, Joseph was at the dinner table of the family villa in Suhang, enjoying Chengfeng's wine.
Chengfeng didn't look like the head of the Su family; this old thing really became a licking dog, the level and attainment are extremely high.
Originally, Joseph had a problem with this old guy, after all, he did always look down on his father, if not for the face of Zynn, Joseph would not even bother to eat and drink with him.
However, the old man began to shoot him with all kinds of compliments as soon as he came to the table, Joseph at first could also be bashful, but soon found himself floating.
For a person like him, who has endured humiliation for so many years, his bones are indeed quite depressed.
The more this kind of person, the more he needs a chance to release, the more he needs others to know his ability and to affirm and praise him.
Therefore, when he found out that Chengfeng, the Su family head who made his father not dare to breathe in front of him back then, was actually groveling and flattering to himself, his heart, which had been repressed for years because he had not been able to avenge his parents, was greatly satisfied.
Unlike Joseph, Chengfeng, at this time, was already filled with shame inside.
He had never knelt down to anyone from his youth, and after middle age onwards, he was admired by all.
But who would have thought that he, who had been proud all his life, would grovel to a 20-something-year-old in his later years?
This feeling hurts his pride, but he had to continue to keep this flattering face, because he desperately needs Joseph to help him solve the series of problems in front of him.
So, after three rounds of drinking, he once again took the initiative to lift his glass and said with a smile:
“Come on, Joseph, I'll drink to you again, with this glass of wine, I wish you a victory on the day of the Qingming Festival, in Yeling Mountain! You will completely avenge your parents' death!”
