"Kill!!!"
Black cavalry blanketed the mountains and plains, mixed with siege infantry and all manner of siege engines, surging like a mountain flood toward the sparse watchtowers guarding the border.
Beneath the fluttering banners of Wu State stood an enormous general over four meters tall, clad head to toe in ghastly white heavy armor. He raised his head and gazed toward the fortress farther ahead.
At the edge of his sight, beyond the watchtowers, soldiers were frantically shutting the gates and raising the drawbridge of a somewhat dilapidated border fortress.
But unfortunately, they were far too slow.
The black iron cavalry thundered onto the drawbridge before it had risen, then poured endlessly into the fortress.
Curved blades and long spears flashed. Blood sprayed in great sheets, terrified screams joined into a single chorus, and the clashes and explosions of firearms, blades, and spears rose and fell without end.
The wind carried a thick stench of blood.
Beneath the general's horned helmet, his eyes were crimson as blood as he withdrew his gaze from afar.
"Tang Yan got there first and picked up an easy prize. This time, none of you had better drop the ball."
"Does General Yuan Han think the Xuanmiao Sect of Haizhou is made of straw?" A bald, burly man in white slowly spoke from his right.
The exposed skin of the burly man was pale and fair, while his face was packed with thick flesh. His height of over three meters should have made him imposing, yet beside the general, he appeared short instead.
He was the Haizhou commander of the assassination forces accompanying the army this time, one of the Hundred Buddhas of the Hall of Buddhist Worship—White-robed Buddha Xu Dingchun.
"With Brother Xu here, if you and I join hands and catch the Xuanmiao