The latter half of Black Marsh Plain.
"Report! Twenty thousand enemy cavalry spotted ahead, charging toward our main force!"
Wang Jian sat in a grand chair, his eyelids lowered. A Qin Sword stood planted on the ground, while his right hand rested on its hilt.
"Send out more scouts. I want someone reporting enemy intelligence every minute."
"Yes!"
The scouts accepted the order and turned to leave.
Before long, intelligence began streaming back from the Frontline.
However, most of it was repetitive.
In addition, William's light cavalry was rapidly closing in on their main force.
"Report! Thirty thousand enemy light cavalry have broken through the Frontline defenses and are now charging straight at our central army!"
Wang Jian steadied himself and said, "Pass on the order. The Thunder Legion is to seal the breach immediately!"
"Also order the Divine Might and Knight Legions to encircle the enemy from both flanks. Focus on defense!"
He rose to his feet and drew the Qin Sword from its sheath.
"Wang Ben, Meng Tian, lead twenty thousand Qin Elite Soldiers to meet the enemy head-on. Drive them back within two hours, no matter what!"
"Yes!"
The two youths who had been standing on either side of the command tent immediately accepted the order and departed.
Qin was not a nation on Douluo Continent, but rather a totem of great symbolic significance to Wang Jian and the others.
Why had Xiao Tianyang granted them the authority to hold office and recruit soldiers?
One reason was to win over those close to them, while another was to requisition the thirty thousand soldiers they brought with them.
Those related to Wang Jian included his son Wang Ben, his grandson Wang Li, and the Meng Clan from his hometown.
Meng Ao, Meng Wu, Meng Tian, Meng Yi.
However,