But war is cruel.
No one could say who would be sacrificed on the frontline next for the sake of victory.
How much blood, sweat, and tears had been spilled over so many years?
The large amount was more than enough to drown the entire continent. Those who died had left and they who were still alive had to continue and preserve.
Long Ai Ming took a deep breath; his eyes were solemn. "Yes, I'm ready."
Old Master Nan looked at Long Ai Ming and smiled faintly. He could still remember the past when Long Ai Ming was nothing more than a brat. This brat came to the barracks, following Old Master Long and learned how to use the sword.
Crying, being beaten up, and training had become the routine.
The weak brat had slowly grown up to become a responsible man and now he had been selected to be the great general leading hundred thousands of soldiers to fight against other kingdoms who dared to enter their territory.
Time passed very quickly.
