The smoke from gunpowder filled the air above the battlefield, creating an unprecedentedly heavy atmosphere.
The Capital Soldiers stationed on the city wall stared intently at the distant rebels. A large number had already been wiped out by landmines and artillery fire, but no one wore a relaxed expression.
It's eerie.
Truly too eerie.
Whether it was the rebels' unaffected morale or their deathly silence, it was all too eerie.
With 80% of their troops eliminated, any other unit would have retreated, yet they just stood there quietly, as if nothing had happened.
An uneasy feeling enveloped everyone's hearts.
Lu Yangming held his binoculars and looked into the distance, only to see more rebel forces surging at the horizon, spreading like a black tide, making the whole world seem constricted and suffocating under the enemy's pressure.
