"How are things... over there?" Marshal Guan took a deep drag on his cigarette.
Through the receiver, he could already hear the fierce fighting on the other end.
Artillery fire and sounds of slaughter rang out without pause.
A mere few tens of thousands were holding off a superpower. The pressure on her was easy to imagine.
"We can hold," Xiao Yuan said concisely.
"Do you regret it? If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have had to get dragged into this mess." Old Guan sounded as though he were making idle conversation, but his face was full of anguish.
If he hadn't asked them.
With their brains, Li Youxian, Zuo Ju, and Xiao Yuan would never have taken this job.
If they wanted to serve their country, they could have displayed their might on the front lines.
Given Chun Prefecture's current strength, whatever else might be said, once they appeared on the front lines... they would be an absolute killing machine.
Tens of thousands of Lei Zi, Turtle Ancestor, Sword Crane, the forces from Fei Island, and the forces from Mianbang.
How powerful was that lineup?
They could easily smash through any small country.
Which of the one dragon, two phoenixes, three immortals, four ghosts, and five villains wasn't a supreme master?
If not for Old Guan, how could Xiao Yuan have let Little White Tiger's years of painstaking work go down the drain?
In this battle, Old Eighth and Old Ninth had gone missing.
Overlord was severely wounded.
Tens of thousands of Lei Zi had gone, never to return.
"It's not a question of regret. We're the Dragon Kingdom's blade." Xiao Yuan gave a bitter little laugh.
How clever was she?
Marshal Guan's reaction alone was enough for her to guess the current situation.
"The Federation has set