Rapid Reinforcements on the Battlefield

"What?!"

Wang Genbao was shocked when he heard his subordinate's report.

He cursed with a dark expression, "How is this a small-scale beast tide? There are so many Level 5 demonic beasts in a small-scale beast tide?"

According to the past, a small beast tide would at most have one or two Level 5 demonic beasts.

However, a mistake in the intelligence report had directly caused one of the deputy commanders to die in battle, while the other deputy commander was heavily injured.

Now, he was the only high-level combatant left in the entire three groups.

It would probably be very difficult to stop the beast tide.

It was even possible that the entire team would be destroyed here.

Due to the importance of the garrison position, once a battle broke out, there was no such thing as retreating to preserve strength.

Facing the alien races, humans could only survive if they were prepared to die.

He took a deep breath.