Villain Ch 652. Sweat And Blood
The tank players swiftly summoned their mounts, mounting them with practiced ease as they formed their battle line behind the gate. Despite their diminished numbers, their resolve remained unshaken, their eyes trained on the gate as it endured the relentless assault from the enemy.
Only a dozen tanks remained, the rest stranded behind enemy lines, but they stood firm, ready to defend the city with everything they had. Elio could feel the tension in the air as they waited for the inevitable breach, their muscles tense with anticipation.
The gate groaned under the weight of the enemy's onslaught. Each blow reverberated through the air, sending tremors through the ground and rattling the nerves of those defending the city.
