“Who dares to attack my great city!?”
“It’s... it’s the Taiping Army—”
“Taiping Army!”
“Taiping Army long gone! You’re making a joke here!”
The shout awoke Wang Chuanning, the general defending the northern border pass of Ying State.
Annoyed by the noise, he angrily led his troops to the city walls—and what he saw was the ancient battle banner of the Taiping Army dancing wildly in the wind.
Ahead of the Taiping Army, several commanders stood shoulder to shoulder.
Weapons were raised, one after another, held high.
In that moment, the sharp edge of the Taiping Army at its prime was revealed once again.
Weapons leveled, amid Yan Xuanji’s furious roar, Wang Chuanning felt his hands and feet turn cold.
Me...?
Facing the full might of the Taiping Army at their peak?
More than that, these veterans were stronger than in their prime, despite their declining vitality and physique.
A feeling far stronger than mere desperation surged in their hearts.
This would be the Taiping Army’s final battle.
Win or lose, after this fight, they would retreat from the battlefield.
The name “Taiping Army” might eventually be swept away by time, forgotten.
But before that happens, before the glory of you and me is buried by history, there remains this one final battle!
This battle must not be lost!