Based on the Great Horn Army's arrangement, the ones surrounding the injured camp should be some weaker second-line troops.
At this moment, the tents of these second-line troops were all set ablaze.
Along with the surging heat wave came earth-shattering cries.
The situation was even worse than Meng Chao had imagined.
The camp whistle was like a real tsunami. In just half an hour, the destructive power had spread to every camp within a radius of tens of miles.
It was chaotic, completely chaotic.
Every camp had fallen into a whirlpool that had gone out of control
