Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Breyer's brow furrowed deeply, the lines on his face as profound and severe as a canyon.

As the commander of the army, he knew that in the face of crisis, he must maintain absolute calm and determination. Only in this way could he stabilize his officers and soldiers, ensuring that they would not panic in the face of this sudden pressure.

He asked in a deep voice, "What happened?" The tone in his voice revealed an unquestionable authority.

Duffy's face was as pale as paper, and he said in a trembling voice, "My men have just sent news that Prince Cullen has mobilized the mage corps."

This news was like a boulder, instantly stirring up a thousand waves in Breyer's heart.

The mage corps was a combat group composed of mages who possessed powerful magic.

Their power was enough to stir up monstrous waves on the battlefield and change the entire course of the war.

Breyer turned abruptly, his eyes like torches fixed on the canyon map. His fingers quickly traced across the map, searching for their current location and possible escape routes. However, as his gaze swept across the map, his face gradually turned pale.

The Third Legion's forces had already been compressed by the enemy into an area of less than ten kilometers inside the canyon. And this area happened to be within the range of a legion-level area-of-effect spell.

This meant that once the mage corps launched an attack, they would suffer a devastating blow.

This news was like a heavy hammer, slamming hard into Breyer's heart.

Breyer narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Duffy, his tone revealing a hint of urgency and seriousness: "Is the information confirmed?"

He needed to confirm the accuracy of this information, because it was related to the survival of the entire legion.

Duffy nodded solemnly, his eyes firm: "Confirmed without a doubt, Prince Cullen's mage corps has indeed been mobilized."

Upon hearing this, Breyer's heart sank. He understood that this news meant that the upcoming battle would be even more brutal, and they had to be fully prepared. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions, and then waved his hand, signaling the officers in the command post to leave first.

The officers filed out one after another, and only Breyer and Duffy remained in the command post.

Duffy's eyes flickered, as if he still had something to say, but he hesitated. He opened his mouth, but ultimately chose to remain silent.

Breyer keenly caught Duffy's abnormality. He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked softly, "Duffy, is there anything else you want to say?"

Duffy looked up at Breyer, struggled in his heart for a while, and finally mustered his courage to say, "Legion Commander, I have another piece of information, but..."

"But what?" Breyer pressed, his intuition telling him that this information might be extremely important.

Duffy bit his lip and blurted out his worries in one breath: "However, this news may cause a great blow to our morale. It is said that Prince Cullen's mage corps has not only been mobilized, but they also possess a powerful area-of-effect spell that can cause devastating damage to us."

Breyer's heart was shaken upon hearing this. He understood that once this news spread, it would indeed have a great impact on the morale of the army. However, as the commander of the army, he had to make the right decision to deal with the impending crisis. He pondered for a moment, then said firmly, "Duffy, this news must not be leaked for the time being. We must first find a way to deal with this crisis."

Duffy nodded heavily upon hearing this.

"General!" Duffy took a deep breath and slowly said, "Actually, what I wanted to say just now was about our next strategic choice."

General Breyer frowned slightly, signaling him to continue.

"With your strength as a half-step Holy Knight, if we can gather several eighth-order powerhouses in the army, and you personally lead the charge, I believe we have a great chance of breaking through." Duffy's tone was firm, and his eyes flashed with a resolute light.

"Yes, General." Duffy interrupted the general's words, "This is war, we have no choice. If we can break through, we can at least retain some strength and leave hope for a future counterattack."

The eyes of the two men met in the lamplight, silently conveying each other's determination.

Breyer nodded slowly, his eyes flashing with a firm light, and he said in a deep voice, "Give me time to consider!" His voice revealed an unquestionable authority. As a half-step Holy Knight, he bore the heavy responsibility of protecting the empire and its people, and every decision required careful consideration.

Turning and walking towards the corner of the tent, Breyer fell into deep thought.

He was unwilling to abandon these children who trusted him. They had fought side by side for many years and were already like family.

Their trust was the source of his strength, and every battle was a testament to their common advance and retreat.

These soldiers were all elites of the empire, well-trained and brave in battle.

They should fall gloriously on the battlefield, not sacrifice themselves meaninglessly in this besieged predicament.

Breyer's heart was full of struggle. He not only had to consider how to preserve the troops to the greatest extent, but also how to preserve these valuable warriors for the empire.

The night wind blew in through the cracks in the tent, bringing a hint of coldness.

Breyer's gaze looked into the distance, where the enemy's encirclement was, and also the direction they had to break through. He knew that whatever decision he made, it had to be made as soon as possible, because time waits for no one, and the future of the empire and the lives of these elite warriors were in his hands.

The next morning, the sunlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating the war-torn battlefield.

The Prince's Legion's offensive was even more ferocious than yesterday, and they seemed to have been injected with new strength, with every soldier appearing high-spirited.

In contrast, the situation of the Third Imperial Legion was not optimistic. After days of fierce fighting, they had not received sufficient rest and supplies, and the faces of the soldiers were filled with exhaustion.

The Prince's Legion adopted a shift system, which enabled their soldiers to maintain their best condition in battle, and their combat power did not decline due to continuous fighting. And at this moment, they were launching a reckless onslaught, trying to defeat the exhausted Third Legion in one fell swoop.