C249 Take My Broadsword!

General Zhang Shichao, stationed at the East Gate of the imperial capital, let out a yawn, his gaze listlessly drifting over the clashing Northlands Army and Frore Army below. The sun's warm rays bathed him, lulling him into a state of weariness and sleepiness.

"General, the situation looks rather dire," remarked a deputy general abruptly.

"Hmm?" Zhang Shichao, fighting off sleep