"Move aside!"
Dai Hao shoved aside the general beside him. The sword at his waist let out a hum as he shouted again:
"I'm going down there!"
Dai Hao could not stand by and watch the soldiers die one after another. He wanted to stand with them. Even dying on the battlefield would be better than watching helplessly like this.
"Your Majesty! You cannot go!"
A white-haired general clung desperately to his waist, tears streaming down his aged face as he said to Dai Hao:
"You are the foundation of the Star Luo Empire! If anything happens to you, our Star Luo Empire will truly be finished!"
The other generals rushed forward as well, restraining Dai Hao with all their strength. No matter how fiercely he struggled, they refused to let go.
"Let me go! You bastards!"
Dai Hao's roar echoed across the city wall, yet it could not drown out the sounds of slaughter beyond the city.
As Dai Hao watched the last batch of Star Luo soldiers become surrounded by Sun Moon Empire infantry, watched their weapons fall to the ground one after another, the light in his eyes finally went out.
When the last Star Luo soldier collapsed into a pool of blood, silence finally descended outside the city.
Four hundred thousand troops had been completely wiped out.
Dai Hao slumped onto the city wall. His sword slipped from his hand and struck the ground with a sharp clang.
Dai Hao stared at the "hills" piled from corpses outside the city. A hoarse, mournful sound escaped his throat, yet not a single tear fell—his tears had long since dried up as countless soldiers fell.
The Sun-Moon Empire formation was likewise steeped in a heavy stench of blood.
Of the original three hundred thousand infantrymen, only two hundred