"Charge, all soldiers!"
Watching over two hundred thousand of his brothers head to the battlefield, Huo Qubing bit his lip, forcefully holding back the tears welling in his eyes, and shouted, his eyes bloodshot.
He knew. All his wounded brothers were resolved to die!
He knew. These wounded brothers did not want to hinder the main army!
He knew even more clearly that after this battle, there would be no wounded soldiers left in the Desert Army...
"Go!"
In the reddish-brown Demonic Corridor, Huo Qubing channeled his grief and indignation into strength. With his left hand, he yanked the warhorse's reins, charging towards the western exit, while the war spear clenched in his right hand erupted with a heaven-piercing blood-red light.
"Wind! Great Wind! Great Wind..."
Less than two million soldiers of the Desert Army roared, their faces grim and cold,凝聚ing their battle formation as they followed closely behind Huo Qubing.
