Boom! Boom! Boom!
A succession of footsteps erupted, loud and heavy, shaking the ground beneath their feet. Dust billowed a meter above the ground, and the long-standing grim, oppressive atmosphere seemed to be pierced apart by a sharp sword as the Wolf Fang Regiment stepped forward in unison.
The emotions pouring forth made the surrounding air burn hot, allowing the tens of thousands of people, whose oppressive mood had been shattered in an instant, to most directly feel the unstoppable force of this army.
Meanwhile, at the specially established vigilance tower in Wolf Fang Base—where warnings would be issued if outsiders intruded—the sound emitted from here was extremely loud, and the alarm bells came in many varieties.
Today, the personnel on duty stood at the highest point, guarding a great bell atop the tower, at the very moment Chu Han spoke.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The bell rang out, deep and heavy. Its steady tolls reverberated throughout the entire square, overlapping with the neat, resounding march in rhythm and cadence.
Amid the unceasing bell chimes, every member of the Wolf Fang Regiment marched out through the base gates. Chu Han led the way, followed by the officers and commanders, then the three combat teams—Wolf Fang Killing Feathers, Black Radiance, and Divine Concealment—and finally three thousand Wolf Fang recruits. They marched in formation, their footsteps perfectly synchronized as they advanced down the main road step by step.
Clad in black combat uniforms, with Wolf Fang emblems on their chests, the group moved neither too fast nor too slowly. Compared to their usual training pace, this was practically a slow march.
Yet from Chu Han at the front to the very last person at the tail of the black dragon-like formation, not a single person spoke during the march. Their gazes were fixed