The battlefield was too vast, and individuals too small. Once caught up in it, one could not help oneself.
Zhang Yang could no longer survey the entire battlefield. All he could feel was that there were people everywhere, battle cries everywhere, cavalry charging through clouds of dust, flames setting the battlefield equipment ablaze, and arrows flying in every direction. Everyone looked like a madman. Blood and severed limbs had become the most common scenery here.
Zhang Yang was somewhat flustered—not from cowardice, but from awe at the astonishing effect produced by this mass movement. So this is what war involving tens of thousands of people is like?
He had once commanded battles involving several thousand men, but he had been at the commander level then. He had never experienced what it was like to be in the thick of things as an insignificant foot soldier.
At that moment, he suddenly gained some enlightenment. He understood Jiang Rong's Rivers and Mountains Sword Intent, and Li Guokui's Wilderness Sword Intent.
He had once thought he had completely comprehended them, but now it seemed he was still missing something crucial.
This could only be comprehended on the battlefield, could only emerge from despair. Only by sensing this emotion of insignificance and chaos could one understand what that iron-blooded rivers and mountains, that uninhibited wilderness, truly meant.
"Kill!"
Tonks's roar pulled Zhang Yang back from his abstract thoughts. They had already pierced through the enemy formation and killed their way straight to the Dashan Archers.
Those fifteen Salion Imperial Guards were truly like pillars stabilizing the sea. They were terrifying, and their equipment was terrifying as well. Even after being shot full of arrows from head to toe, they still smashed through the obstruction of dozens of Dashan Blade Saints and fought their way