This army of iron he had personally forged—if they lacked even this much composure, how could they be worthy of conquering the eight desolations and sweeping across the six directions for the Heavenly Court?
Great Qin's resounding reputation of old had never been shouted into existence, but forged through real achievements, tempered in blood and fire, blade by blade and spear by spear.
Without these soldiers who feared not death, Great Qin could never have stood atop the heavens and struck awe through the Myriad Worlds.
Bai Qi had never harbored the slightest doubt in this army.
He firmly believed that they were the most unbreakable, the most composed and decisive force of this age.
Whether what lay ahead was a desperate situation or a dead end, so long as they shared one will and worked as one, there would be no obstacle they could not overcome!
United as one, overcoming the crisis together—
this was not merely the fighting spirit of the army Bai Qi commanded, but the military soul carved into the bones of every officer and soldier in the entire Great Qin dynasty.
Even if they were caught in an ambush on all sides, surrounded by enemies, this iron law would never waver in the slightest!
It was their root, the brand in their bloodline, the unshakable faith buried deep within their souls.
Bai Qi was no exception.
At this moment, he stood atop a high slope, his grave gaze sweeping over the great formation that continuously shifted and changed around them.
His heart suddenly sank.
From his decades of experience waging war across the world, he could tell:
the formation before him was far from as calm and harmless as it appeared.
The killing intent faintly seeping from it was so dense it was suffocating.
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