Of course, they have that right, six hundred thousand men, enough to sweep across the entire Western Frontier, let alone this mere border legion!
Three thousand against six hundred thousand?
What kind of concept is this?
I'm afraid one spit from each enemy could drown these three thousand men!
However, among these three thousand men, there was not a single one who was afraid, even though they knew they were doomed!
"Soldiers, behind you are our families. I know, in this battle, we are destined to die! But, are you afraid?"
The commander shouted loudly!
Afraid?
Only a fool wouldn't be!
Three thousand against six hundred thousand, a battle destined for death, saying you're not afraid? Is that possible!
But, do they have the privilege to be afraid?
Do you think if they're afraid, they can survive?
No, there's no chance. From the moment they faced the enemy, everyone understood the inevitable fate of death.
Surrender?
