Team head Allen, who was badly injured, was recovering.
The battle in front of him was burning.
Even though he was in a relatively safe place, Allen still seemed to feel something strange.
He was burning with anxiety. He had no idea what to do without commanding at the front line.
What's more, facing tens of thousands of people, he only had five thousand people.
Although army branches were all completely top elites, he was not sure that they could defeat so many enemies.
The enemy outnumbered them more than ten times.
If it was in the ordinary battlefield, let alone win, it's afraid that the small part of the people would not even have the courage to attack.
Allen, dressed in loose clothes, walked in the room, regardless of his injury.
His heart ached all the time, and he was out of breath.
Just then, Allen received a message from the sound conch.
It was Tom! He was overjoyed.
"Count, how are you doing recently?"
"They are fighting at Cow County, aren't they?"