"Yeah!"
"Let's fight them to the death!"
Jin Dapao waved his fist and shouted at the top of his lungs.
The soldiers' spirits rose, and each man tightened his grip on the useless gun in his hands.
Watching them, Zhao Mengsheng opened his mouth to say something, but swallowed the words in the end.
He knew how hopeless their situation was.
But he knew even better that, at a time like this, charging forward was their only option.
Retreat?
Behind them were more than a hundred thousand civilians in Modu.
For every step they retreated, ten thousand of those civilians would die.
Dragon Kingdom Soldiers understood that calculation perfectly.
Yue Xiaofei walked at the head of the group, every step steady.
He was actually on the verge of collapse, but he had to keep his steps steady. He had to show the men behind him that he was still standing.
Yue Xiaofei wondered what his father, Yue Changlong, would say if he saw this.
He would probably call him an idiot.
Leading a few hundred battered soldiers against four Thrones looked like madness no matter how you viewed it.
But Yue Xiaofei believed that, if his father were alive, he would call him an idiot while doing exactly the same thing himself.
Because their surname was Yue.
The men of the Yue Family had no fear in their bones.
He tightened his grip on his broken blade, feeling its chill against his palm.
The factory gate ahead looked like a gaping maw, waiting to swallow them all.
Yue Xiaofei sneered.
Want to devour me?
Let's see if your teeth are strong enough.
The group advanced a few hundred meters.
Thud, thud, thud!
Zhao Mengsheng suddenly hurried up and grabbed Yue Xiaofei's arm.
"Stop."
Zhao Mengsheng's voice was so low