Li Qingxian descended from the city wall, while the generals of the Northern Garrison Army atop it felt remarkably reassured.
Shi Yuanhao, commander of the Might-Shaking Army, turned to glance at the overflowing stockpile of defensive equipment and sighed. "In all my life, I've never fought such a wealthy battle."
Chai Qingtang, commander of the Distant Might Army, nodded. "When my bunch of bastards saw the Demon Race attacking the city, it was the first time they weren't scared."
Lü Wenhua, Left Army General of the Mo Blade Army, casually rested his long spear on his shoulder. "The commander said that if it isn't enough, go ask him for more. There's plenty."
Some of the generals stood dumbfounded.
There were too many supplies. They were almost unsure how to fight.
"Make preparations. I want to see who'll be the first to climb the wall and taste one of my hammers!" He Bao's eyes were bloodshot as he strode straight to the edge of the wall, carrying two massive hammers on his shoulders.
He stood in the center like a small mountain, and the soldiers felt especially secure at the sight of him.
Thousands upon thousands of low-rank demon soldiers howled as they charged forward.
Sweat beaded on the backs of the young soldiers, but the soldiers who frequently dealt with the Demon Race stared suspiciously at the charging demon troops.
Why were their legs shaking? Had they just crawled out of a brothel?
And these demon soldiers seemed a little old.
Oh, right. They had been ravaged by Devilish Poison all the way here...
Before long, the Mo Blade, Distant Might, and Might-Shaking armies encountered an unbelievable battle.
At first, there was no need to use trebuchets, because using Explosive Talisman Vats against such scattered formations was less precise than