584 Strategy_1
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The remaining sun was as red as blood, illuminating this battlefield that resembled a human hell.
The first battle of the Orc invaders entering the Westland, was this brutal.
The fight had been going on for a whole day, with both sides lumping up about a hundred thousand soldiers. It seemed a lot, but considering this was a national war where two powerful empires were almost all in, this small scene was just a probing battle; neither the Humans nor the Orcs had sent in all their forces.
However, a battlefield with over tens of thousands of people had already become a spectacular sight, stretching for dozens of miles at the foot of the eastern side of the Sky Breaking Mountain Range.
Marquis Garcia stood on a high ground at the rear, riding a white horse, staring deeply at the situation on the entire battlefield.
From the moment the fight started in the morning, he had been standing here, maintaining this position till now.