C527 Fight!

"They're here."

Zhang Xiuzhu, crouched on the ground, slowly rose to his feet. His right hand, gripping the handle of his spear, tightened as he bellowed, "Prepare for battle!"

The sound of countless footsteps layered upon one another filled his ears. As the enemy forces charged, the very earth seemed to tremble beneath them.

He knew this battle should not have been fought