"Fuel Gauge has spoken. Of course we'll listen!"
"That's right. I trust Fuel Gauge, and I trust Ling Yue too."
"Ling Yue is the Feather Tribe's Young Clan Leader. His military skills are impressive. Everyone, hurry to your assigned defensive sectors."
Su Ye nodded in satisfaction as he watched the players rally in an instant.
"That's settled. Go get ready."
Su Ye spoke to Ling Yue.
Before his words had faded, he activated the Windtrace Mark he had left on the Gale Ranger with a thought.
Whoosh!
Su Ye's figure instantly warped, then vanished.
Watching Su Ye appear and disappear like a ghost, Ling Yue took a deep breath, suppressed his shock, and adopted an utterly solemn expression.
"Relay my orders!"
"The first battalion will lead twenty thousand solo players to the eastern gate's defensive line. Use heavy vehicles to build our first steel breakwater."
"The second and third battalions will take the southern and northern gates."
"All fire support teams, get onto the walls. Find elevated positions and establish overlapping fields of fire."
"All players with heavy weapons will join the reserve force, ready to reinforce weak points at any moment."
"..."
Under Ling Yue's methodical direction, the hundred thousand players who had been scurrying around the city like headless chickens instantly found someone to rally behind.
Combat vehicles roared deafeningly as they quickly moved into their assigned positions.
Time flew by amid the tense preparations for battle.
Five hours passed in a flash.
At some point, the dim sky had grown even darker, as though a heavy black curtain had descended over it.
The winds outside Windhowl City grew ever more shrill, like the wailing of countless ghosts.
The air pressure plummeted, and a nauseating stench of blood filled the air.
At the center of the eastern gate.