C492

Outside Shura City, fifty miles.

All he could see were white tents.

The horses were tied up and lined up in rows.

Many of the soldiers had ashen faces. They didn't even have enough to eat.

When would this competition for the East Continent come to an end?

"Enemy attack!"

A loud voice suddenly resounded throughout the entire area.

The mournful sound of a bugle horn resounded in the sky