It's already deep winter.
Because Xuanzhou is located in the north, when winter arrives, the temperature is inevitably very low.
The once endlessly flowing and wide Qi River, its surface has long been covered with thick, rigid ice.
However, at this moment, the land on both banks of the Qi River is already covered by a densely packed and distinct army clad in armor, an air of stern slaughter pervading and adding even more cruelty to the bleak winter month.
"Beat the drums, gather the formation."
Within the ranks of the troops in blue armor, a cold and stern shout suddenly arises.
Even though the army is spread out across several kilometers, the voice still travels to the ears of every Martial Apprentice and commanding officer.
Dong dong dong...
The heavy sound of drums starts to rise.
All of the Martial Apprentice officers feel their spirits lifted and begin to move slowly according to the commands of the Command Flag.
