The defenders immediately continued their charge while roaring in unison:
"We are here!"
The old general roared once more:
"Drink the Flame Wine with me!"
As he spoke, the old general unfastened a wineskin from his waist, pulled out the stopper with his teeth, then tilted back his head and drank deeply on horseback.
The tens of thousands of soldiers behind him also raised the wineskins at their waists and began drinking with their heads thrown back.
Then, amid a rumbling series of qi explosions, the Qi and Blood Power of those tens of thousands of Yan Kingdom defenders erupted together like blazing flames and raging gang winds.
Then, before the astonished eyes of the spectating cultivators, the old general continued spurring his horse toward the Demonic Army's formation, his eyes showing a resolve to face death as though returning home, and roared:
"Soldiers, now that we have drunk the Flame Wine!"
"Let us burn through this last brief span of our lives for the people of Dragon Gate Pass behind us!"
"Even if we are defeated today, we shall block the Demonic Army's road into the city with our corpses!"
"Even if we die in battle today, we shall have nothing to be ashamed of before Great Yan or the people of Dragon Gate Pass behind us!"
At this point, the old general drew the war saber at his waist, its blade already covered in notches. Then, as though pouring every last ounce of his strength into it, he raised his head and roared, veins bulging on his forehead:
"All of you, hear my command!"
"Follow me, Zhao Jiu, to the Yellow Springs!"
Immediately, before the horrified eyes of the spectating cultivators, the tens of thousands of Dragon Gate Pass defenders charged recklessly toward the three hundred thousand soldiers