The moment those white-shirt fanatics charged into the midst of the militants, they started slashing in a crazy manner. They seemed only intent on killing any unfortunate soul to meet their blades.
"Help!!"
"Ah!! Help!!"
"......."
The white-shirt zealots were like devils that had unleashed carnage upon those militants, causing them to lose their fighting will in an instant. Many abandoned their weapons and started to retreat backwards.
"A motley bunch!" Yue Zhong looked at the performance of the militants, and thought silently to himself.
The militants had the upper hand with their modern weaponry and could have overcome them, but they were frightened of the enemies who had a stronger zeal and fighting spirit.
"The heavens are with us, we're undefeatable!!"
"The heavens are with us, we're undefeatable!!"
