Boom! Boom! Boom!
The bombardment continued.
"Kill! Kill those old geezers!"
General Bai was screaming in a temporary command center near Dragon Tiger Mountain.
Outside, artillery cannons and missile launchers were lined up. Countless soldiers were busy moving around, reloading the machines, and firing the projectiles.
Wave after wave, they surged towards the enemy.
In the sky, drones and bombers could be seen.
Half of the plaza was already reduced to ruins and smoke after the multiple rounds of bombardment.
Corpses and broken swords littered the ground.
Shu Mountain had lost about two hundred people to the bombardment, and many more were injured.
"How could this be?"
The Shu Mountain sect leader stood there. His clothes were in tatters, and his hair was charred black. He looked extremely pathetic.
He looked around with a dazed expression.