There was no unnecessary nonsense, not even a word of galvanization. However, it was this simple sentence of killing that raised everyone's morale to the peak. The blood in their bodies was boiling, and the anger in their hearts was burning. There was only one thought in everyone's minds: Kill.
The sudden change made the well-trained Northern Yan soldiers panic!
They could not help but wonder if this group of people were really scattered soldiers who had gathered halfway. Why did they have tactics, martial arts, and morale?
That was only natural.
Su Xiaoxiao wouldn't let new recruits who had never been to the battlefield take the lead. The vanguard camp was filled with elites she had selected, many of whom had been under Lord Wu An and Wei Xu. They had been to the battlefield with real weapons.
They were all brave and good at fighting, fearless of death. More importantly, they hated Northern Yan!
The two sides fought.
