"Great Snow Dragon Cavalry!"
"Heavenly Gate Formation—"
At a single command, the soldiers of Hongze Camp moved with the orderly precision and standardized efficiency of machines, forming their battle formation at the fastest possible speed.
But with the baleful vein nearing its resurgence, the temperature between heaven and earth had plummeted once more, to the point where their upper and lower lips would freeze and stick together, while their eyelashes hung heavy with thick layers of frost.
Therefore.
Even at their "fastest," their movements looked exceedingly stiff. They were basically forcing themselves onward with a single breath. As they formed ranks, there was nothing in their minds; they relied entirely on the muscle memory forged through day after day of training in Liangzhou City.
When the Martial Saint of the Murong Clan, Murong Huatuo, led the Iron Pagoda in their charge, he saw this scene twenty li away.
He immediately sneered.
"Warriors of the Celestial Clan!
"Did you see that?
"These Sheng People have frozen into grandsons before the battle has even begun!
"But we just drank hot wine and warmed ourselves by blazing fires!
"Before us, they are like wild boars stretching out their necks to be slaughtered!
"Kill these wild boars, and the world will be ours!"
"Kill—"
The barbarian soldiers' morale surged higher still. Faintly, it seemed as though they had stirred the baleful energy of heaven and earth itself. Their killing intent was boundless, sweeping forward like a black tidal wave.
Twenty li away.
The soldiers of Hongze Camp continued forming their ranks amid the bitter cold.
"Jia and Yi in the east, dragon claw position, three thousand men of the Left Army!"
"Geng and Xin in the west, dragon claw position, two thousand men of the Right Army!"
"Ren and Gui in the north, dragon