Endless plains were covered densely by an army.
A thousand miles away were rugged mountain ranges, and amongst the peaks and hills were humanoid creatures of all bizarre shapes and sizes holding blades and weapons.
This was precisely the confrontation between Wang Ming's Xuanjia Army and the Green Ox Demon's demon soldiers.
Hahahaha!!! Mandate of Heaven? You just want to use these pieces of junk to kill me?
Is ignorance what gave you the courage? the Green Ox Demon laughed wildly up to the sky.
In the twenty-first year of Zhenguan, Wang Ming had launched an annihilation campaign against the Green Ox Demon, and all those guns and artillery at the time had not caused any substantive damage to him.
That time,
Wang Ming had mental expectations; he knew that battle was destined to fail.
It was not to say that Wang Ming intentionally lost the battle.
Rather, it was a forced and helpless approach.
The entire Tang Empire had been turned into a war machine by Wang Ming. With no wars, various internal conflicts would naturally arise.
The soldiers in that battle were basically unstable elements.
Wang Ming's one hundred thousand Xuanjia Xuanjia Army was not just one hundred thousand Xuanjia Army.
Every single year, new soldiers were replaced and entered the ranks.
Although it was anticipated long ago, they really lost miserably.
Your ignorance is actually somewhat forgivable; after all, you are merely a short-lived mortal. With your vision like that of a frog at the bottom of a well, you naturally do not know my power, nor do you understand where the fundamental gap lies between the two of us, the Green Ox Demon stated arrogantly, holding extreme contempt for Wang Ming as the so-called Human King.
*The human race is indeed born weak, inferior to extraordinary