In front of the small grove, both sides remained in a standoff.
Amidst the tense atmosphere, the air force that went to scout the grove finally returned, their faces full of excitement.
Seeing their expressions, Albert didn't need to ask to know the result.
He gave a vicious smile and, without hesitation, waved forward, shouting, "The Beimao Federation has no reinforcements; they are done for. Attack!"
With Albert's command, the Alliance Professionals behind him erupted with a bloodthirsty howl, charging forward in a swarm!
"Kill! Kill these Russians!"
"Curry Country, rise up!"
"Charge!"
...
Watching these small-country professionals, who they initially never regarded, rush up like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves, Bwanga's forehead throbbed with veins, his eyes bloodshot.
He knew that once the battle began, their fate would be virtually sealed.
The Beimao Federation would likely be annihilated here today!
