Outside Chun Prefecture.
The White Tiger Regiment, reputed to be the Koreans' strongest fighting force, appeared outside the city in a grand procession.
They were equipped entirely with heavy firepower.
The White Tiger flag, symbolizing courage and glory, flew high.
The officer at the head wore sunglasses and lounged arrogantly in his seat.
"Sir."
The driver hit the brakes and brought the vehicle to a steady stop. "We've arrived outside Chun Prefecture City."
"Oh?"
The officer arrogantly lowered his head, casting a sidelong glance at the tightly shut gates.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
"They shut the gates because they knew we were coming?"
"Aishiba, we're not that cannon-fodder regiment from yesterday."
"Can a single gate stop the White Tiger Regiment, the great Han people's strongest force?"
"Notify the entire regiment. Bring up the heavy firepower and let these bumpkins from Chun Prefecture see something of the world."
The officer jumped out contemptuously, not even bothering to look at the city walls.
Completely unafraid of a sneak attack from inside, he swaggered to the front of the ranks to direct his men.
Whoosh!
Clack, clack!
One enormous, large-caliber gun after another was towed to the gates by trucks.
Over a hundred tanks aimed their barrels at the walls in unison.
Nearly a thousand Awakened stood in neat ranks behind him.
This was the source of the White Tiger Regiment's confidence.
Nearly a third of their personnel were Awakened, the whole regiment was armored, and they had super cannons second only to the Nuclear Cannon.
With this equipment and manpower, they could easily destroy any city.
Any city in the Koreans' Gathering Zone, of course.
"Hey, hey."
The officer arrogantly walked within range of the city's attacks.
Raising his megaphone, he shouted in his thoroughly broken Dragon Kingdom language,