A month later, the six legions of the Primitive Tribe had surrounded the entire allied army.
Six hundred million soldiers surrounded one billion soldiers. The entire battlefield spanned hundreds of thousands of miles. Jia Wudao did not intend to retreat. He even consciously allowed the legions of the Primitive Tribe to surround them.
Jia Wudao knew that the practitioners of the Primitive Tribe were no match for his army of one billion soldiers in terms of talent, weapons, equipment, or personal strength.
Most importantly, his army of one billion soldiers did not completely obey his commands. However, things would be different if they were completely surrounded.
As long as he controlled the shuttles to transport resources, the armies of various civilizations that were surrounded by the pocket formation of the Primitive Tribe would have no choice but to obey him.
Although Jia Wudao had not fought many battles, he had seen pigs run before. Was this a war? In addition to the strength of both sides, there was also the consumption of resources. In the Land of Chaos, resources were scarce. Most of the resources had to be obtained from the ten thousand worlds.
If they fought one-on-one, they could exchange for resources from the Martial Path Heavenly Palace. However, how could they exchange for so many resources in an army?
It should be known that three years of resources for his army of one billion soldiers was enough to empty the pockets of dozens of elementary civilizations.
Therefore, no matter whether the Primitive Tribe was a dragon or a worm, once their resources were exhausted, they would still be a bunch of ants, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!
At the same time, in the temporary military headquarters of the Primitive Tribe in the Golden Grain Homeland, Zhou Chong and Zhuge Qi had received news that the pocket formation had been sealed five days ago.
They were twice as efficient as the allied army in obtaining information. Zhou Chong and Zhuge Qi only made minor adjustments and did not interfere with the attack of the six legions.
"It seems that Jia Wudao of the Feather Spirit Clan wants to compete with us in terms of resource consumption!" Said Zhuge Qi. "He has a good plan. Our pocket formation has helped him gather the hearts of his army of one billion soldiers."
Zhou Chong also frowned. The Allied Army was very strong, but the various divisions of the Allied Army were very loose. If it was in the past, they would definitely not use a pocket formation. Instead, they would directly attack the weak points of the enemy, thus splitting them up and defeating them one by one.
But the true strategy of this campaign was not only to intimidate the Multiverse Legion, but also to resolve the internal conflicts of the Fringe.
That was why they chose the pocket formation. They decided to annihilate the one billion strong army in one fell swoop and obtain the greatest victory in the War of the Ten Thousand Realms.
Greed naturally came with a price. Right now, there were only 600 million soldiers here, and facing the enemy's one billion soldiers, who were surrounded, the various legions were under immense pressure.
This was especially so for the Xuanjin Army and the Taiyue Army. They were at the very front, and the allied army wanted to break through them and wipe them out in one go.
The daily losses made Zhuge Qi frown, but at this time, he knew that the strategy could not be shaken because of losses.
Otherwise, he would be treating the entire army as a joke.
It was obvious that Jia Wudao had laid out his battle array and wanted to continue the battle of attrition. He wanted to compete with them in terms of resources, the number of troops, and the quality of the troops.
Whoever persevered to the end would be the victor.
"Attack!" Zhou Chong said sternly. "Order all the legions to not be greedy and advance recklessly. We will fight them to the end!"
Zhuge Qi understood what he meant and immediately ordered his men to pass down the order.
Three months later, Jia Wudao almost fainted when he saw the losses on his side. The three months of battle was more than a hundred times the losses of the previous eight months of pursuit.
Previously, they had only lost a few hundred thousand soldiers, but in the three months of battle, the allied army had lost tens of millions of cultivators.
He could not calculate the enemy's losses because they were the ones who were surrounded. However, Jia Wudao thought that the enemy's losses should be far greater than theirs.
At this time, as a commander, Jia Wudao displayed absolute decisiveness and coldness. The losses were just a number in front of him.
The enemy had killed tens of millions of their cultivators, so the price they had to pay should be at least a few hundred million.
If this was a war between mortals, even the strongest army would collapse after losing 10 or 20 percent of its soldiers.
However, a war between cultivators was different. An army formed by cultivators would have to lose at least 40 percent of its soldiers before it would collapse.
Therefore, Jia Wudao believed that the other party would break down earlier than him.
Another three months had passed, and the losses had skyrocketed. The losses had exceeded a hundred million. The news that Jia Wudao received was all from the commanders of the various civilizations. There were even cultivators who had come to supervise the battle on behalf of the civilizations who had begun to ask him to retreat.
However, Jia Wudao was not willing to retreat. Although their losses had exceeded a hundred million, the enemy's losses should be even greater. Even if it did not exceed a hundred million, it should be at least three to one.
Jia Wudao's confidence was not wrong. He was wrong in not knowing that the Bedlam of the present was no longer the Bedlam of the past.
The Primitive Tribe that ruled the Bedlam of the Bedlam was no longer a sheet of loose prisoners, but an army fully armed with cultivators.
The core of the army was the army that Ye Tianze had brought out from the Portrait of All Life.
Most importantly, although his initial strategy of fighting for resources was not wrong, he was wrong in not understanding the current system of the Bedlam.
If he were to go to the frontline of the battlefield to observe, he would discover a very strange thing.
Whenever the six armies fought against them, as long as they found an opportunity to kill them, they would directly chop off their heads and store them in their Void Pouches.
Therefore, the corpses that were collected by the various civilizations were all headless, not to mention the other things on their bodies.
The cultivators of the six armies were not fools. As long as they accumulated enough heads, they would immediately rotate to the nearest armory to exchange for the resources they wanted.
These resources were all transported from the Primitive Tribe. They only needed to tell the people in the armory what they wanted.
After a few days, they would be able to obtain those things. Just like that, the six armies had a great time killing.
They clearly did not have the advantage in terms of numbers, talent, and cultivation. However, under such a system, they were able to display strength that far exceeded their own limits.
As for the allied forces of the myriad realms, when they encountered the Desolate Tribe, they no longer thought of them as' Desolate Tribe ants'. How the hell were they ants? They were clearly a bunch of evil spirits that had walked out from the depths of hell. They had an extraordinary fascination with their brains.
As soon as they looked at them, even though their cultivation was clearly higher, once they started fighting, they would feel a chill on their necks. Then, it would really be cold.
The Lingyun Shuttle was completely used as a bridge to travel between the Primitive Tribe and the frontline. The exchanged resources were continuously transported to the battlefield.
The system that the Primitive Tribe had previously set up, together with the supplies from the Martial Dao Heavenly Palace and the resources from the battlefield, formed a perfect closed loop!
As long as there was war, the Primitive Tribe could continuously grow in battle.
In the end, after fighting for another three months, Jia Wudao suddenly realized that the losses of the war had doubled compared to the previous three months. At this moment, they had lost nearly three hundred and thirty million.
They had already lost more than half of their forces. However, Jia Wudao still did not understand what the problem was. Why did the other party not collapse like he had imagined?
Jia Wudao did not waver. He ignored the requests of the various parties because he knew that their resources were enough to last them for three years. Including the previous eight months, they had less than two years left.
As for the reports from the cultivators below, he did not care at all. He only took them as an excuse for them to retreat.
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