"Retreat! Continue guerilla warfare!" As Xiao Qi waved his hand, he and two thousand Parent Association Members vanished without a trace.
The regiment leader suddenly shouted loudly, "I beg you all, you must win!"
The soldiers of the 127th regiment exclaimed, "All are A-Class, huh? I want to join the Parent Association too."
The regiment leader cursed and said, "Now I understand why the Family Head insisted on making them trek through the Transverse Mountains. Want to become A-Class? It costs a lot. And we're all going to die anyway, maybe in the next life."
"Can you not be so pessimistic, leader?"
"Fine! Pack up our fallen comrades' bodies, move out!"
On the road, a soldier carrying his deceased comrade asked as he walked, "Leader, they all say the A-Class warriors of the Orcs Army match the total number of the Parent Association. I'm afraid the Parent Association can't beat them..."
