Lanling had already experienced many wars, including super battles involving hundreds of thousands of troops.
However, when the ten thousand soldiers of the Wild Horse Tribe charged madly, he still felt a kind of shock.
Because this wasn't just ten thousand soldiers; it also represented ten thousand lives.
Clearly, the Foreign Tribe Army that Lanling belonged to was unlucky—the Wild Horse Tribe's main attack direction turned out to be this five-hundred-meter section of the stockade wall.
Of course, perhaps it wasn't bad luck but rather that the Wild Horse Tribe chose the softest target—they knew the Foreign Tribe Army was the weakest and easiest to breach.
The eight hundred brothers of the Foreign Tribe Army appeared very calm, because in the Barbaric Wilderness, conflicts between tribes were entirely routine.
However, as the Wild Horse Tribe's army drew closer, their breathing gradually grew rapid, and their bodies began to tense.
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
