The Han Character Legion.
Outside its defensive lines, the enemy loomed like black clouds over a city.
The River flowed like satin, the sound of its waves unceasing.
Han Huizhi stood atop the towering fortifications, the fierce wind whipping his graying hair.
Before his eyes, the allied forces of the Zhao Character Legion, the Wei Character Legion, and Joint Mining surrounded his position so tightly that nothing could get through.
Han Huizhi gave a helpless, bitter smile. "I hadn't even gone looking for them, and here they are looking for me."
He activated his voice transmission artifact, and his aged, hoarse voice echoed across the Wasteland. "So many of you have traveled all this way to tour my Han Character Legion. Why didn't you let me know beforehand? I haven't even prepared a cup of tea. How am I supposed to be a proper host?"
Xie Nanyun stepped out before the allied lines. "Commander Han, things have already come to this. Why keep playing dumb? Don't drag over a hundred thousand brothers of the Han Character Legion to their deaths for your own selfish desires! If you still have any sense of responsibility as a commander, come out. Let us settle this among ourselves, with each of us responsible for our own life or death. Leave the innocent soldiers out of it!"
"How deeply moving, Patriarch Xie." Han Huizhi's tone dripped with contempt. "You've mobilized every force at your disposal and brought your armies to my doorstep. Are you really doing this for some noble cause, just to force me alone to submit? What a joke! If I surrender, will these brothers behind me, who have followed me through campaign after campaign, have any chance of surviving? Or will they just wait for you to purge them?!"
Zhao Longteng spoke