When Wei Yuan returned to the frontline, it was already close to dawn. The Witch Clan had completely occupied the first line of defense and was charging towards the second line. Hundreds of thousands of troops from both sides were clashing along a battlefront stretching hundreds of miles, with the lines intertwined and the situation complex.
In a slightly wider trench, a Heavy Armor Captain was brandishing a dark blue shimmering double-barreled firearm, with a three-foot-long dual-purpose military knife attached below the barrel, giving a pre-battle pep talk to hundreds of Heavy Armor Soldiers.
This captain's head and face were hidden beneath a face mask, but his accent gave away that he was Xu Wenwu.
He spoke passionately, yet unfortunately, the soldiers under his command, all young Daoist Soldiers from the Xui Family, showed no reaction and quietly watched Xu Wenwu. Although he knew these individuals rarely spoke, for some reason, Xu Wenwu felt they were looking at an idiot.
