"Kill them!"
As Xia Chuan's voice echoed, the six thousand soldiers of the Great Xia, who had long discarded their bows, roared in anger and surged toward the oncoming beast tide like a tidal wave.
On the battlefield, roaring is naturally to boost one's own morale, but for individual soldiers, the reasons may vary. Some shout to dispel fear and bolster courage, while others are driven by high spirits and emotions.
At this moment, the situation of these six thousand soldiers of the Great Xia clearly falls into the latter category.
As they looked at the overwhelming beast tide ahead, not a single one showed fear on their faces. Their faces flushed red with excitement, their eyes filled with a fierce bloodthirsty desire, as if the beast tide before them was a delicious feast.
Crack...
