Night.
White Armors, snow-covered ground, and a neatly arrayed military formation exuded a grave serenity.
The over ten thousand Armored Warriors of the Northern Border Army, stationed within the Barbarian Tribe Holy City, had completed their assembly in less than an hour, lining up outside the city walls.
An hour to assemble felt somewhat protracted for an elite force like the Northern Border Army, but the soldiers could not be blamed for this.
After all, the three encampments stationed in the Barbarian Tribe Holy City were scattered around each side of the city walls, requiring coordination across the entire Barbarian Tribe Holy City.
Therefore, compared to their brothers in other tower units, Li Yongliang, who was in charge of the South City on rotational duty that night, seemed quite fortunate.
"Hehehe..."
Standing in front of the formation, Li Yongliang touched his chin, laughing foolishly to himself.
Rotation duty was not just as simple as leading a patrol.
