"Why did Master Mo suddenly order us to march now?"
"What... happened?"
General Chang could not understand.
The Azure-Faced Tribesmen numbered over a million. Their forces were formidable, far stronger than the Changshan Army.
Their generals were all Golden Core Cultivators, vicious killers with formidable cultivation. How could they have suddenly been killed or wounded almost to the last man?
An attack by the entire army was no small matter.
The enemy vastly outnumbered them. If they launched a reckless assault and lost, the Changshan Army would suffer terrible casualties...
The survival of the Changshan Army and the lives of countless comrades were at stake.
How could General Chang not be torn?
"Master..."
General Chang frowned and started to speak, but after glancing up at Mo Hua, he stopped.
Master Mo stood before him shrouded in a black robe, his face hidden. Yet that slender figure carried the authority to steady mountains and calm seas, and the profound air of one who devised strategies within his tent.
General Chang's expression gradually hardened. In the end, all his doubts became a single answer:
"I will follow every instruction you give, Master Mo."
"Every man in the Changshan Army will go through boiling water and fire for you. Our lives and deaths rest on a single thought of yours."
Mo Hua gave a slight nod. "Go. Follow the plan."
"Yes."
General Chang cupped his hands, then turned and left to pass on Master Mo's orders.
As the orders spread, the once-quiet Military Camp stirred like wind and surging clouds.
A murderous will tore through the stillness of the night.
With a single order from Mo Hua, the curtain suddenly rose in that silent night on a battle that would decide the fate of Azure Fields State Boundary and its millions of lives.