"Where are the elite soldiers of the Fourth Main Camp of Lantian?" Zhao Feng raised Dragon Spring high, his voice resounding mightily.
"Wind, wind, wind."
A hundred thousand warriors shouted in unison.
Among them were old veterans who had followed Zhao Feng through countless battles, as well as new recruits who had joined less than two months ago.
Yet, in just these two short months, these new soldiers had already undergone the baptism of war and were now no weaker in battle.
Moreover, with Zhao Feng's command and the blessing of the Qi Fortune Seal, every one of Zhao Feng's elite soldiers was full of fighting spirit and their morale soared.
"All old soldiers who have followed me know: when battle breaks out, I will always lead from the front."
"This battle is no exception."
"Pass on my orders."
"My Personal Guard Army will now serve as the Supervisory Team, overseeing the entire army. Anyone who dares to retreat a single step—execute them."
