"Kill them! Kill them all! Kill them all!" Radvijev had gone mad with rage, frantically directing the surrounding legions to besiege the remnants of Zhou Tianming's forces.
Leaning on his longsword with one hand, Zhou Tianming stared at Radvijev fifty meters away and sneered. "You turtle bastard, you think you can defeat the Iron Blood Brotherhood? You won't get the chance in this lifetime. Brothers, there aren't many of us left, but we can't let them look down on us. Prepare for one final charge."
Only eighty thousand remained, but none of them showed any fear. They all raised their weapons, and one of them shouted, "Boss, just give the word! None of Zhou Tianming's men have ever been afraid."
Zhou Tianming smiled proudly, raised his two-handed sword, pointed it at Radvijev, and shouted, "Target Radvijev! Let's take him down together! Iron Blood Brotherhood, charge~!"
"Take down Radvijev! Iron Blood Brotherhood, charge~!"
"Iron Blood Brotherhood, charge~!"
The final eighty thousand, having already accomplished their assigned objective, charged wildly toward Radvijev with light hearts.
Radvijev swore that he had never seen players this insane in his life. They truly were like lunatics. He had only seen that kind of momentum in war movies. He could not believe real people could possess it, yet there it was before his eyes.
"Stop them! Stop them for me!" Radvijev roared.
But the true elites were all fighting Bai Shi and the others on the front lines. The later-arriving elites lacked a complete formation, and there were also players from Japan and other countries among them, making them difficult to command. In less than ten minutes, Zhou Tianming had charged right up to Radvijev.
"Go to hell!" Zhou Tianming slashed at Radvijev.
Radvijev was an expert himself and had no fear of Zhou Tianming's attack.