Border Station.
Trainloads of men carrying blades, spears, clubs, and cudgels strode out of the carriages with their heads held high.
Rather than stopping them, the station staff called out through megaphones, "Men heading to support the battlefield, turn left outside the station. Dedicated vehicles are waiting to take you."
"The Dragon Kingdom is fortunate to have you..."
"The Dragon Kingdom is fortunate to have you."
"The Longli Group's vehicles are ready to depart. Men heading to the front, follow me."
"The Midsummer Group's vehicles are ready to depart. Men heading to the front, follow me."
"The Great Xia Group has prepared food for everyone. Men heading to the front, help yourselves."
"The supplies donated by the Tian-style Group have arrived. Everyone, lend a hand and get them to the front."
"The Chang-style Group's supplies are entering the station. Come on, load them up and send them to the front."
The staff had long since grown accustomed to scenes like these.
Men from the major families and supplies from every group poured endlessly toward the front.
Everyone was doing everything they could for the Dragon Kingdom.
Volunteers handing out food were everywhere on the streets.
Masses of students held flags high and shouted, "Long live the Dragon Kingdom!"
"The Dragon Kingdom is invincible!"
"The Dragon Kingdom will prevail!"
There was no distinction between men and women, young and old, rich and poor, noble and lowly.
There was only the distinction between the Dragon Kingdom and the Alien Races.
The little border town was bustling like never before.
Vehicles and supplies from the major groups were everywhere.
They displayed unparalleled unity.
On the battlefield.
With their leader gone, the Angel Legion was left rudderless.
With vast numbers of volunteers joining them, the Dragon Kingdom's side surged with momentum.
Smith looked