As the grueling battle dragged on...
Finally, at four o'clock in the afternoon, an hour after the fighting had erupted, the soldiers breathed in the battlefield air, thick with the stench of gunpowder and the pungent tang of Zerg blood. They watched as the Swarm scattered and fled, their ranks completely broken.
Many battle-hardened veterans wore puzzled expressions.
In the dozen or so battles they had experienced, such a large-scale rout had never occurred.
Even on the few occasions they had beaten the Swarm back under the Sergeant Major's lead, the Alien Zerg Race's retreat had always been extremely orderly.
They would even organize effective fighting forces to counter-attack and encircle the pursuing humans.
This was a situation that had never been seen on a human battlefield.
And according to the high-ranking officers in their ranks, the Low-tier Zerg Swarm had no self-awareness; like robots, they were all controlled by the Zerg Race's High-tier Mother Empress...
