Standing atop the defensive wall of a border city in the Byron Kingdom, Han Wu gazed into the distance.
The Great Black Mountain Empire's legions were like a boundless tide of black, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Among them were no fewer than fifty thousand Plane Level combatants, while the number of ordinary troops exceeded a million. The rest were Labor Soldiers who had followed along.
Their total military strength was at least three times that of the Byron Kingdom.
Judging from their frontal combat power alone, the Byron Kingdom had already lost.
The Old King of the Byron Kingdom was utterly despondent.
But he would see the Byron Kingdom's final battle through.
If the Great Black Mountain Empire wanted to take the Byron Kingdom, it would have to pay a price.
The citizens of the Byron Kingdom also knew full well what kind of treatment awaited them once the Great Black Mountain Empire conquered their land.
They would surely be reduced to slaves, living miserable lives without clothes to cover their bodies or food to fill their bellies.
They would rather die in war as lawful citizens.
The entire Byron Kingdom was steeped in an atmosphere of facing death as though returning home.
Even if they died, they would bite off a chunk of the Great Black Mountain Empire's flesh!
At the command of General Luke, a High-ranking General of the Great Black Mountain Empire, the war began.
The Great Black Mountain Empire's Plane Level Elite Soldiers charged forward bravely, intending to use their formidable strength to carve open a breach for the ordinary troops behind them to invade through.
But what they faced was not merely the Byron Kingdom's legions, but also the Labor Soldiers who had undergone three days of training under Han Wu