"Swish!" A crimson sword light flashed, and several heads flew off in front.
Xue Canghai was the first to strike, blocking the gate and unleashing a crimson tide.
A hundred thousand troops stormed the camp. The scene of a torrent of sword shadows and blade lights flying like locusts could terrify some Han soldiers, even Xue Canghai, who had been eager to find someone to fight recently, felt a little bit of fear.
The enemy had too many people... although they had the camp for defense, no one could say how effective this hastily erected camp would be. Looking out into the distance was a vast flood, and the psychological pressure was immense.
Moreover, the enemy's morale was not lacking at all, extremely fervent. It seemed that the previous rounds of artillery fire being blocked by the Heavenly God had made the Hu people even more frenzied.
