Pratt did not answer Brand. Instead, he stood up and slowly flew into the air.
"Soldiers, do not lose your fighting spirit. We still have a glimmer of hope!"
His voice spread out layer by layer, suppressing the clamor of the crowd.
Soon, the battlefield quieted down. Even the soldiers of the Niucor Empire not far away stopped making noise.
Everyone looked at the rosy-cheeked, chubby little old man in confusion. They pricked up their ears, wanting to hear what hope there was.
"Three days ago, someone made a promise to His Majesty and every family leader. He said that he would bring heavenly soldiers to save the empire from danger three days later.
Do you know who he is? "
The soldiers of the Wan Wu Country shook their heads in confusion. The soldiers of the Niucor Empire sneered.
"Do you know how many soldiers he will bring?"
The soldiers of the Wan Wu Country shook their heads again. The soldiers of the Niucor Empire had already opened their mouths, revealing their teeth.
"He is the commander of the Battle Dragon Legion … Zhang Xing!
He will bring at least … ten million soldiers! "
Pratt said these two sentences in one breath. His tone was firm and powerful, and everyone could feel his confidence.
Boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd went wild.
"Zhang Xing?
Zhang Xing, the mayor of Redbud City?
Zhang Xing, the commander of the Battle Dragon Legion? "
"It's him … I know his legend!"
"He will bring ten million soldiers?"
"Oh my god, is this true?"
"…"
While these soldiers were discussing in surprise and doubt, a seed called the flame of hope was ignited in their hearts.
With hope came confidence and the desire to live on.
Regardless of whether it was true or not, and there was no need to distinguish whether it was true or false, the morale of the entire army had undergone a tremendous change.
We must hold on until Commander Zhang arrives. We must watch him ride a giant dragon and lead an earth-shattering army to crush the Niucor Empire's army!
"Fight!
Fight!
Fight! "
No one knew who made the first sound, but it was followed by a second, a third, and so on until it spread to the entire army.
"Hmph!
A bunch of defeated soldiers can only comfort themselves with this kind of self-hypnosis. "
The commander of the Niucor Empire's army said disdainfully.
"I wanted to play with you for a while longer, but now is the time to attack. I'll let you despair in your fantasy!"
"All soldiers, listen to my order!"
"Attack from the front, support from the middle, and surround them from both sides!"
The commander waved his sword and gave the order to attack.
"All soldiers!
Commander Zhang Xing is on his way! "
Pratt pointed his finger, and all the soldiers immediately got into formation to face the enemy.
At this time, the Niucor Empire's army....................
The following battle was the same as before. The Ten Thousand Martial Country's soldiers were only able to hold their ground for a few minutes before they were ruthlessly suppressed.
Although morale was important, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great. No amount of Qi could replace absolute power.
The Ten Thousand Martial Kingdom's defensive line was gradually shrinking. Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred and fifty meters, fifty meters, thirty meters, zero meters!
All the Nucor Alliance needed to do was to lift their feet and take a single step forward to step into the territory of the Wan Wu Country.
As long as they took this step, it would mean that the first chapter of the Niuk Empire's plan to destroy the Wan Wu Kingdom had officially begun. There would be no room for reconciliation between the two countries.
.............................
. and a terrifying roar came from the sky!
It was the roar of six dragons!