Charge!
With a majestic roar, countless Huaxia players charged toward Fragrant Moon City, surging forward like a tidal wave as if they would sweep away everything in their path. Their momentum was utterly terrifying!
The countless defenders atop the walls wore grave expressions as they watched the innumerable Huaxia people rushing at them. They understood that this battle would not be easy, so not one of them dared to let down their guard.
Chen Xiangyue and Hu Ming stood together on the city wall, their expressions equally solemn. Seeing Huaxia launch an attack without hesitation, they knew there was no longer any room for reconciliation. Chen Xiangyue ordered, "Fire the arrows!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...
The defenders drew bow after bow. Arrows tore through the air, arcing across the sky before countless shafts rained down like a torrential downpour.
In just a moment, Huaxia suffered some casualties, though they were not too severe. Those in the first wave carried crude wooden shields. These shields could not block the arrows of Tier 1 soldiers, but they could easily withstand the arrows fired by countless players.
Little Viet's total fighting strength amounted to 2.5 million. Excluding children and the elderly who could not help, they still had 2.3 million people. Huaxia, meanwhile, had 2.6 million. Huaxia held a slight advantage in numbers.
But in a siege, the defenders—who had clearly made every possible preparation—held a far greater advantage. Thus, Huaxia's extra manpower did not amount to much, and the outcome remained difficult to predict.
Little Viet and Huaxia formally clashed. Both sides had blood in their eyes, for the hatred between them would finally be settled today. Either you died, or I lived.
Huaxia charged with savage force while Little Viet resisted with all its strength. Neither side wanted to lose.
"Fire the