Centurion Yale nodded, then looked at the Beastmen below and instructed, "Chiliarch Masaka, I'll have you lead a batch of sacrificial fodder to launch a probing attack, inspect the enemy's defense facilities."
A Beastman officer clad in thick armor stood up from his seat and shouted loudly, "Yes, Centurion sir!"
Next, he carried his war axe and walked out of the tent, and not long after, a long, melodious horn sounded outside.
Soon, a force of hundreds of troops successfully gathered, these were the private soldiers of Chiliarch Masaka's family.
The strength of these soldiers was fairly good, each had the combat strength of Black Iron Tier, and the best among them had even broken through to Bronze Tier.
The low-tier soldiers wore simple cloaks, and the defense offered by these leather armors was negligible; some were even weaker than the natural defense of Beastmen's fur.
Driven by these Beastman soldiers, more sacrificial fodder was chased out from the camp.
