In the silence before a thunderstorm broke, Zhang Tie arrived at Moge City's north gate...
From atop the walls to below them, nearly several hundred thousand Human warriors had gathered around the north gate. Every warrior was armored and armed, standing ready in grim formation. As far as the eye could see, the streets near the north gate and the vast stretches behind the demolished buildings were all forests of steel clad in armor. Among many of those steel forests flew the banners of the various nations still remaining in Moge City.
For nearly ten days, the north gate had remained sealed. Now it was ready to be opened from within to let the troops in the city charge out. With Moge City's walls having lost their advantage in height, the sealed gates no longer meant much.
The two greatswords in Zhang Tie's hands were exceedingly conspicuous. Combined with how often he had appeared on the walls near the north gate recently, they allowed him to pass through wall after wall of steel and reach the highest point of the ramparts.
At this moment, rows upon rows of terrifyingly burly men stood rigidly along Moge City's northern wall, their bodies as powerful as mountains. Each wore a long beard and formidable full-body armor, and held a massive axe-blade weighing over a hundred kilograms. Like steel puppets, they stood proudly atop the wall. Their builds and those long beards gave Zhang Tie a sense of familiarity. Only when he saw the banner raised behind them did he remember where he had seen them before—the men he had encountered at the train station on his first visit to Moge City—the Darklin Imperial Royal Heavy Infantry Regiment!
They were the finest heavy infantry in the entire Blakerson Human Corridor.
At the most perilous