"Satisfying, this is really satisfying!"
Wu Qi was standing on top of the city wall while holding a shield over his head. The shield was wrapped in three layers of wild buffalo's skin and reinforced with a half-inch thick copper plate from the back. With his face melting in a smile, he watched the fierce battle outside the city. The concentrated prickles poured down from the sky like a rain, hitting on his shield and kept producing popping noises. Yet, none of them could hurt even a tiny hair of his.
The barbarian tide outside the city was indeed frightening. However, it seemed these barbarians who came aggressively didn't have a good teamwork. It was as if different tribes had their own motives. Taking those bird barbarians above as an example, if they had launched their attacks earlier, the barbarians on the ground wouldn't have had to suffer such a heavy loss once those soldiers who controlled the Mo Machines were killed.
