"If the lord wants his minister dead, then he must die! If the lord wants his minister destroyed, how dare he refuse?"
The setting sun was like blood. Broken banners and severed limbs littered the ground. Corpses of Blood Qin Empire soldiers in crimson and black armor lay strewn haphazardly from beneath several low hills all the way to the distant horizon where heaven met earth. Amid the Blood Qin soldiers' bodies were piled at least three times as many corpses clad in armor of Western Continent design. Countless bodies filled the ditches, clogged the valleys, and carpeted the plains for nearly a hundred miles around.
Temple knight orders clad in armor of every color stood in all directions, while the banners of the Great Flame Dynasty flew high overhead. Long Cheng stood atop a watchtower with narrowed eyes, gazing coldly at several hills ahead that had been coated again and again in blood slurry.
On the hills surrounded by heavy forces, scattered squads of Blood Qin Empire warriors huddled within deep trenches. They avoided the magical attacks continuously unleashed by Western Continent mages, while licking their wounds and silently recovering their strength.
In barely half a month, more than a million comrades had died. Less than a hundred miles from the Great Flame Dynasty's border, at the junction between the Eastern Great Plains and the Great Flame Dynasty's northern mountain region, the million-strong Blood Qin army had fallen into the encirclement of the Western Continent allied forces. They had fought bitterly for half a month, yet not a single soldier of reinforcements had arrived, nor had they received a single grain of rice or blade of grass in supplies. The Blood Qin army had fought bathed in blood, but they had reached their final hour.
A million-strong Blood Qin