I hurriedly donned a set of Scarlet Armor and climbed onto the chariot.
Standing atop the chariot gave me an excellent view. Looking back, I saw nearly two hundred elite soldiers standing in neat formation, composed and unhurried, staring straight ahead without moving or making a sound.
With elites guarding me on all sides, even a family elder with the cultivation of a Dou Ling could only serve as my charioteer. For a moment, I felt high-spirited, completely forgetting how dangerous this battle was.
"Move out!"
Clad in Scarlet Armor, I stared ahead and shouted in a deep voice.
According to the plan, the army of over four thousand was divided into three routes. The southern and northern forces, with a thousand men each, would leave through the south and north gates and encircle the target. The central force of two thousand would leave through the east gate and advance directly toward it.
Naturally, I was with the central force. The chariot slowly rolled out through the eastern gate, and beyond the city walls, more than two thousand people stood amid the yellow sands.
The thousand men on the left were guards of the Nalan Family. Their formation was strict and orderly; even under the blazing sun, they remained utterly silent, without the slightest slackening in their ranks.
The thousand-odd men on the right, however, were a chaotic mess, roughly divided into three groups—were these three mercenary groups?
The Desert Iron Mercenary Group was among them as well, but even they had no formation to speak of. The clamor never ceased, and their weapons included sabers, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks—every kind imaginable.
"A rabble..."
I muttered softly, but it did not matter. This time, we were surrounding and killing Medusa, not fighting the snakefolk army.
Poor discipline