"Rescue the wounded and clean up the battlefield." Cohen hugged Jiadenan's body and walked down the city wall: "Send winged scouts and rangers to guard a fifty-mile radius, count the enemy's camp supplies, and prepare to move!"

Under the silent gaze of countless refugees, Cohen personally washed Jiadenan's body and changed into new clothes. Dozens of tribal leaders surrounded him with solemn expressions.

"Jiadenan, don't worry." Cohen put Jiadenan's hands on his chest and said solemnly: "I, Cohen Keda, will do what I say. All your people can join my dark province. You have been displaced for generations.

When my life is over, I will never abandon them!"

Refugees all around were crying.

"Tribal leaders." Cohen turned around, looked at the leaders around him and said slowly: "Where to go?"

"We have decided." Dozens of tribal leaders said in unison: "We are willing to follow Master Cohen for the rest of our lives!"

"I won't talk about other nonsense." Cohen glanced at Jiadnan again: "You immediately start counting the number of people and restraining the clan members. We are preparing to move."

"Also, you need to elect a new general leader immediately. For general matters, you can contact my general staff officer." After taking two steps, Cohen turned back and said: "The other dead tribesmen will be buried on the spot. Jiade

I want to bring back the darkness with Nan’s body. And tell these people to stop crying, we don’t have time to cry!”

"Yes, sir!" The tribal leaders knelt to greet Cohen. In their hearts, they already regarded Cohen as the overall leader.

Cohen walked expressionlessly, his head racing along the way. Although he had won the battle, his whereabouts was a big problem.

All the way to the city gate, a large group of officers stood at attention and saluted with a "Pa!", which interrupted his thinking.

"Report to the commander." Haiert took a step forward: "Captain Haiert of the second regiment returned with four regiments!"

"Very good." Cohen asked: "The casualties on the road."

"Sir, we have lost 10% of our troops due to injuries on the road." Haiert replied loudly: "We have lost 20% of our troops in this battle, with less than a thousand dead soldiers."

"I know, go down and take some time to rest!"

"yes!"

"Report to the commander." Carlos continued: "The battle report is out."

Cohen nodded.

"We originally had twenty-four regiments with a total of 60,000 soldiers. So far, more than 20,000 people have been killed and 21,000 seriously injured. The remaining soldiers are all injured." Even Ka, who has an experienced character,

Ross, his voice trembled a little when he read the battle report: "Fifty-eight thousand tribal soldiers recruited this morning died in battle, and more than 30,000 slave soldiers surrendered..."

Carlos could no longer read anymore. Although he had been prepared for it, when he heard the number of casualties, Cohen's heart still hurt as if half of it had been dug out. A feeling of sadness pressed into his throat, and he opened his mouth.

, I just couldn’t say anything.

The surrounding officers all had red eyes and choked throats. These more than 20,000 dead soldiers had been with them day and night for a year, and could be said to be their closest people.

Cohen calmed down, clenched his fist fiercely, and asked in a hoarse voice: "The enemy's situation."

"The 26th, 27th, and 28th demon coalition armies totaled 180,000 people and were completely wiped out by me. Part of the 7th slave legion surrendered, and the entire third slave legion surrendered, along with several others.

The remnants of the slave army total 126,000 people." Carlos looked at the list in his hand and read out: "All enemy commanders from lieutenant general to second lieutenant and above were killed in battle! On the enemy roster we found, there are

There is one lieutenant general, three major generals, eight brigadiers, and more than 700 officers with various noble or warrior titles..."

"In addition, a large amount of supplies from the enemy were captured, which was enough to last us fifteen days. Nearly 100,000 horses were left in the enemy camp, as well as a large number of armors and weapons..."

"Find a place where officers above the battalion commander level will hold a meeting immediately. The slave soldiers who have surrendered must be incorporated into the organization immediately." Cohen interrupted Carlos' report: "They... can move freely."

"yes!"

The battle was won, but the situation did not change much. Cohen still had many things to explain. When these officers dragged their tired bodies out of the meeting place, the slave recognition activities behind them were reaching their climax, and they were crying loudly.

, tears were falling, and one had to be surprised at the secretion of tears by these people.

Cohen's trick of letting the slaves move freely was very clever. This not only eliminated the wariness of the slaves, but also when the slaves went to recognize their relatives, their tribesmen, relatives, and fellow villagers would stay with the Phantom Legion for these days.

The experience told them that this was hundreds of times more effective than Cohen's own words. With the stern warnings from the leaders of each tribe, these slaves were very obedient when they were gathered for the second time.

The organization of the Ninth Legion of the Divine Alliance was completely abandoned, and all remaining officers and soldiers were transferred to the army organization of the Dark Province of the Sbia Empire. All ordinary soldiers of the original Ninth Legion were promoted to non-commissioned officers, and soldiers with particularly outstanding performance were promoted even more.

Quick. The original non-commissioned officers are promoted to lieutenants, and all officers are also upgraded.

In addition to retaining and replenishing the original structures of the three regiments, all newly promoted non-commissioned officers and officers were transferred to command the slave soldiers who surrendered. Although this is quite risky, there is absolutely no other way - the original soldiers

Now, there are less than 20,000 people with good arms and legs who can walk and run. Who else can Cohen rely on if he doesn’t rely on slaves?

Cohen's headquarters and the various structures directly under the headquarters remain basically unchanged, except that the law enforcement regiment, reconnaissance regiment, logistics regiment, and magician brigade are seriously lacking.

However, there is no shortage of ordinary soldiers. The original soldiers plus slave soldiers totaled 140,000. Cohen also returned some of the slaves who were too young or too old. Now he has a total army of 120,000.

The slaves were equipped with armor and weapons stolen from the enemy or left in the camp by the demon alliance. These soldiers, who were wearing armor for the first time in their lives, met their commanders.

The soldiers were cowering and the officers were covered in wounds, but the atmosphere was still relatively harmonious.

After a brief introduction to each other, the superiors took the time to forcefully force what was in their heads into their subordinates. This method was indeed not very good, but they had no other choice.

Watching his men busy with business, Cohen sat aside and did not participate.

Now, he faces a very big problem - where should his troops go? The canyon has been blocked for more than ten days, so there is no need to think about it. It is impossible to go by sea. If he turns back and fights with the demon alliance... …That’s a joke!

The front was blocked, and the demonic coalition forces behind should receive the news soon. There were swampy forests on both sides of the canyon that were difficult to reach... Cohen's head began to feel severe pain.

"Sir!" Wen's voice suddenly sounded above Cohen's head, and then the wingman couldn't stop himself in time and fell to Cohen's feet with a "pop!"

"Wen, what's wrong with you?" Cohen held Wen in his arms: "You have to cheer up!"

"Boss...Boss!" It could be seen that Wen was fine, just too tired. He grabbed Cohen's hand and said, "Passage! There is a very wide passage in the dense forest!"

"Wake up, Wen!" Cohen patted Wen's face: "Look at me, what did you just say?"

"There is a very wide passage in the dense forest, boss! It's right next to Tucheng!"

"Really?" Cohen turned his head and calmly said to a guard beside him: "Go and call a magician who still has magic power. Wenbing is wrong."

"Believe me, boss! Although I don't know what happened." Wen Manman argued with a red face: "But it is a fact that the passage suddenly appeared! I am really not sick!"

"You mean... there is a huge passage? Right under our noses? We didn't find it in several batches of reconnaissance a day before? And its direction is consistent with the Grand Canyon?"

Cohen kept asking, and Wen just kept nodding.

"Okay!" Cohen picked up Wen and said, "Let's go see the passage you mentioned."

A quarter of an hour later... "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck you!" After the soldiers cut down a small patch of woods, Cohen flew into a rage, shouting and yelling: "There really is a passage!"

This is a straight, flat, broad avenue covered with green grass, almost twice as wide as the Grand Canyon! Such a passage should not be ignored by any scout at any time and under any circumstances!

However, this road has not been discovered before.
Chapter completed!