Clang, clang, clang~
The cloud plate resounded.
The sound of metal clashing echoed across Shuofang Platform, mixed with the cries of eagles, reverberating through the sky.
The snow on the felt tents fell, soldiers hurried out, donned their armor and weapons, and assembled at the training ground.
"Quick, quick, quick! Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Assemble at the East Training Ground! Assemble at the East Training Ground!"
Dust flew on the streets. Centurion Mouke waved his arms, shouting loudly, veins bulging on his neck.
As soldiers brushed past each other, a humming sound filled their ears.
"Damn it! It's heavy snow this year, we didn't raid them south, why do they still dare to come at us?"
"It doesn't feel right..."
"Shut up! Assemble! Assemble!"
