C1790 Zhang Xing Come and Help Me

In the blink of an eye, the two armies, each ten thousand strong, were locked in fierce combat. The centurion himself had joined the fray, leaving no room for anyone to shirk their duties. The death toll among the soldiers from both sides began to climb sharply.

Zhang Xing couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. This was exactly the chaos he had been hoping for—the more tumultuous