What happened next did not have to be uttered.
The 700,000 men of the Ludwig army were exposed to the enemy's butcher knife. How could they have survived?
Just like the northern army, when they encountered the armies of the eight foreign countries, the blood feud between the two sides was so deep that they would not give the other side a way out.
Braydon Neal sat quietly, wrapped in a golden Qilin robe. His fair fingers held a warm jade teacup with boiling green tea inside.
Crack!
The entire teacup turned into dust in an instant!
Braydon was expressionless. His thin lips moved slightly. "Continue!"
"Capital garrison's governor, Hector Sattler, took away all the equipment of the Ludwig army. However, as long as we were stationed in Ludwig, we would not allow foreign countries to cause trouble!"
Old Man Zito's eyes were filled with conviction.
"So, you chose to fight the enemy with your flesh and blood?" Braydon sighed.
