Beyond the Han Character Legion's defensive line, the sky glowed with multicolored skill effects, like a sunset that had not been seen in twelve years.
Skills and artillery fire wove a terrifying web of firepower, making the ground shake violently.
Han Huizhi stood in the command post, his expression grim.
To conceal the three secret units that could never see the light of day, the underground space had been packed to its limit.
Those tens of thousands of men were like sardines crammed into a tin. Unless the defensive line aboveground was pushed outward, they would all be buried alive.
He sent his elite Guard Brigade to spearhead the advance, leading two regular armies forward behind it.
As far as he was concerned, this was merely a routine adjustment of the front line.
By the unwritten rules of the battlefield, the two sides had only just made contact. It was not yet time for a bloody clash at close quarters.
Their opponents were the Zhao Character Legion and those profit-driven merchants from Joint Mining. Surely they would throw out a few rounds of skills to test his strength first, not fight to the death right from the start.
Han Huizhi had confidence in his troops. Even advancing under artillery fire, these well-trained soldiers could maintain their formation.
Yet while he had accounted for human nature, he had failed to account for what was in their hearts.
Shan En lowered his binoculars and said, "Elder Brother, Second Brother, Head of the Xie Family. No more waiting. Get ready to attack!"
He pointed at the slowly moving Han army formations in the distance. "Han Huizhi is getting desperate. His troops are leaving their established fortifications. This is when they're most vulnerable."
Zhao Longteng raised an eyebrow at that. "Charge now? Without so