"Roar, roar, roar..."
Beasts roared and birds shrieked. Vietnam's fifty thousand Forbidden Guards-ten thousand each of lions, tigers, wolves, apes, and eagles-continued advancing by land and air, rampaging down the royal city's main street like a force sweeping away rotten wood, unstoppable wherever they went.
Neither sharp arrows and powerful crossbows nor steel shields and long spears could do anything to the Vietnamese Guards. Even piercing their defenses was difficult. Strongpoints and defensive lines were brutally demolished, their defenders slaughtered to the last man.
Boom, boom...
Lions roared, tigers bellowed, wolves howled, apes cried, and eagles screeched. The fifty thousand Vietnamese Guards savagely crushed another military strongpoint and defensive line, slaughtering roughly a hundred and fifty thousand Huan Army soldiers before charging straight down the street.
"..."
Just as they charged forward with soaring momentum, Shi Hong, commander of the Mad Lion Guards at the very front, abruptly halted. His emergency stop brought the forty thousand lion, tiger, wolf, and ape guards behind him swiftly to a halt as well, displaying superb military discipline. They were no ordinary beast army.
There, before them...
An army stood ready for battle at a street corner roughly five hundred meters away.
At its head was a young man in royal robes, holding a blood-red halberd eighteen feet long in one hand and riding a magnificent giant wolf comparable to a Beast General. He watched the fifty thousand Vietnamese Guards and their soaring momentum without expression.
Behind the young man in royal robes stood orderly ranks of elite cavalry from China, clad in fine armor, mounted on wolves, and wielding halberds. Their auras were formidable, and they numbered roughly twenty thousand.
Behind the elite cavalry were ten thousand heavy infantry, packed into a square formation like a solid lump of steel several hundred meters