บท 80: Divine Weapon Descending from the Sky, Is He A Human?

Three days later, noon would arrive.

It was August, and the sun was shining brightly. The ten-kilometer wasteland between the two armies was roasted, and the space around them was slightly distorted.

Dong— Dong— Dong—

War drums sounded in the North Zhou Army Camp, and the beat became more and more rapid. Tens of millions of troops stood up in unison, like waves rising hundreds of miles high. It was a spectacular sight.

Meng Xuan from the Tongwu Valley stood on a huge wooden war chariot with his hands behind his back. He narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance.

As far as the eye could see, a large number of war chariots were distributed among the army of the nine dynasties. There were all kinds of war machines, everything one could think of. The tens of millions of troops alone occupied dozens of miles of space, and the army logistics at the back stretched to the end of the wasteland. It was hard to estimate the number.