After besieging Tunis City from the north, west, and south, the Tunisian Rebel Forces had surrounded it for three days.
Gazing at the majestic Tunis City, Zemir, his expression stern, raised his hand and pointed at the Guard formation below, "Signal the attack, begin the final assault!"
The extended sound of bugles drifted across the miles surrounding the area, as more than ten Rebel Army formations quietly advanced forward under the command of their respective officers.
Koja, who was in charge of commanding the Imperial Guard to defend the city, stood in the highlands to the west of the city with a telescope in his hand, frowning and murmuring to himself:
"That damned fire... Is the great Guard really going to end here?"
If it were a normal skirmish, even if the rebels were twice the number of his own men, he would be confident in crushing them.
