Yan Bei war spirit! The excitement of the soldiers had been completely aroused. They jumped onto their horses and charged into enemy troops many times their number. A bloody street-by-street fighting ensued. The soldiers of Southwest Emissary's forces, who used to be rumored as weak and cowardly, became embodiments of lions, roaring in the streets, stabbing their weapons into the enemies.
"Master," Xirui and Biancang from the Da Tong association walked up the tower and grimly asked, "Southwest Emissary's Garrison have already made an opening in the enemies. 12th, 19th, and 36th Division received severe casualties from their assault. Shall we make our retreat now?"
"No, this is still not enough."
Xirui and Biancang looked at each other with a tinge of anxiousness. According to the plan, this should be the moment of retreat. Was the master so blinded by revenge that he became so fixated?
"The elites of the empires are still alive and well."
